THOUGHTS HAD MET THEIR BARD..

Time had stayed on, the night was here to stay
Isolated, thoughts were alone in a nowhere precinct
It was warmer there than the cold visage bestrewed
Silence had never been so tender and perfervid
For thoughts to speak out their vestal assertions
Forced by the vicissitude and enamoured by the lay
Time had to change the countenance it had had so far
Thoughts had met their bard under the waxing moon
In the loneliness of the night’s nowhere gallery
Beginning a conversation silence had always sought
The night had just arrived and was here to stay..

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THOUGHTS HAD MET THEIR BARD..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

SLEEP..THE NIGHT IS NOT SO DEEP..

Sleep..
The night is not so deep

Sleep..
Before it fades away

Embrace your silence
Hug your worn-out soul

Sleep..
The night is mischievous

It runs away,
Like a betraying beloved

It humiliates,
Like a lying companion

Sleep before it haunts again

Sleep..
Before the night gets over

Sleep..
The night is not so deep

Sleep..
Before it is another morning
When the dew,
Washes the red eyes again

Sleep..
Before the hollow dark,
Betrays you again..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

THE NIGHT HAS COME AFTER A LONG TIME

The night has come after a long time
To sit again, by the side of my head

Looks like the talk will be mutual
Something, the years have not seen

There is much to say and hear
Wish the hour now lasts longer

Such a night has come after ages
That didn’t betray its commitment

Like the other nights, even today,
Yes, there is no pillow of sleep

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