The Dusk Has Arrived
The 'dusk' has arrived
The sun has willingly bowed
Down the silver lined Clouds
With departure framed waves
Encompassing luminous Rays,
As I sit by the window of solitude
Watching the 'dusk ' in control,allowing the dawn to emerge,
There lies a perfumed silence of your feathered touch
That’s broken by the ticking of time..
Perchance amidst my Heart,
A peculiar numbness rests
As an empty vessel must feel
And images captured in reel
Deep inside, poetry is clove hitched
Amidst my throbbing Heart
And my trembling lips are stuck
To extract voluptuous words
For I’ve battled for hours, darling
Yet fluttering like Caterpillars
They deny settling on the white
Blank paper enveloped on my lap
Memories smitten by your Love,
Vigor and dynamic persona
Have kept me awake all night long
So much so that I blush in hush
If solitude is that intoxicating
Then I’d yearn to march endlessly
To catch one little reminiscence
Of our heartiest conversation
How I long for a Rendezvous
With this sumptuous solitude
To write a chronicle of our fondness
But your Name itself suffices.
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