Night and Day

As the clock ticked its way into the night

my loneliness bluntly staring at my plight

I waited for yet another day to go out of my sight

And the night started whispering in my ear

Oh! What a pity to see you suffer my dear

How will you survive me is my fear

Nasty thing, poor Life is

Hastily, it left you as my prisoner

Boast not my friend, I have humbled every human

Tasty little beast you are

I shall have you for supper every day

I will set you free at dawn but you must return always

I will tease you with my naked beauty 

I will torture you with infinite melancholy

I will teach you your vacuum

My embrace is an inescapable iron cage

Only Death can deliver you freedom

Until then be my guest every night

You can never abandon me

and I can never stop kissing you

I am your eternal lover

As night was talking to me thus

I dozed off and eventually slept

It was morning when I woke up

I know not from where my energy sprang up

Even as I was beginning to wake up

The dawn took its turn to reach out

Hey little one, How are you doing?

I am your mother, well-wisher and coffee giver

Just get up and start your day

Vacuum, Melancholy and Despair

Let them all kill you a thousand times 

Once I come, you must become alive

I will fill your vacuum with hope

Your melancholy with music

And paint your despair with colours

The night is strong and definite

But I am gentle and jubilant

Caring, courageous and joyful 

My touch is irresistibly awakening

Only death can steal you from me 

Until then I am your eternal friend and companion 

A letter to the Damsel

In the middle of the night as my heart aches and all I seek is some words to talk to you
Yet all I get is some tears from my moist eyes for I don't know where to find you
Damsel of my dreams, my heart is broken my soul is wounded and torn but trust me my Love is not gone.
I have no form of you, I have no name for you but all night I want to talk to you
Every night my semen dries up in the inner wear; Every morning alarm rings up to prepare for the daily chore
Between the two, some where lies my heart always waiting for you

I dreamt of you in all those beautiful actresses I first fell in Love with
I dreamt of you in all those beautiful edifices I built for you in the realms of my imagination
I think of you in every beautiful girl that passes by me and yet I know you are not reachable
All I asked was an ounce of a respect; And I ended up with a stab in the back
My heart is bleeding, there is no one to nurse my back now for it is broken
But Damsel of my heart, my Love is still intact.
It will only grow by the day till it reaches you but will you be able to take it?

Winter has come and the leaves of my tree have all been shedded
Winter has come and I lay all alone barren.
But don't worry, my spirit is not broken. I will grow it leaf by leaf and bear fruit by fruit
In the hope that one day when you find me, I can offer you all that I have

Damsel of my dreams, my search for you will not end, my love for you will not reduce
I know that I may never find you. But every letter that I write for you is in lieu of the countless nights I want to sleep with you and kiss you. And hug you and cry sleeping on your lap till I dissolve in you.