THE IGNITED NIGHT
in the crowd too, sometimes life
feels solitude, mind thinks in
its way, the silent analysis
goes through the depth
of consciousness, an
hidden tempest
swirls
the
sentiments, a perception of
riding on the switchback,
ascent and descent
path of life swing
between the
shadow
and
light, in that ambiguous moment,
the heart looks for your love,
as the arid land waits for
fleeting winter rain,
thorny shrubs
are eager
to
blossom, the caravan of celestial
luminary passed from one
end to another, on the
bluish marquee of
night sky, often
life waits for
your
mystifying consent, on the sand
dunes in the late night, when
temperature goes down,
the bare body dream
sits alone to gaze
the dew point,
perhaps
it thinks you will come out from
the self confinement, after
rejecting all the irons,
release from the
illusive circle,
the fire of
ring
which created by pseudo society,
endless waiting doesn’t allow
the life, to sleep a moment,
though wet wind carries
the fragrance of wild
bloom, the link of
softness could
not make
the difference on the ignited soul,
