Posted by: Prem Piyush | December 28, 2008

The Moonlit Night


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The very morning –
When the night is over.
And a poem was written –
With curves of lines,
Slanted, without shapes.

A moonlit night –
When the clouds,
Played with the moon,
Making shapes around.
Round and oval,
A bed of white cushion.

Also played the wind-
Crazy and stupid.
Cool it was –
In the feeling of warmth
When silent night embraced.

And a poem was being written –
With curves of lines,
Slanted, without shapes.

Over the rose petals
Formed the dew drops.
Unable to bear more.
Falling on grass.

A beautiful night –
It was.

And a poem was written –
With curves of lines,
Slanted, without shapes –
Of careless creases –
Written on the silk linen.

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Responses

  1. The poem is as silky as the image. Brilliant.

  2. A romatic poem

  3. Now a days your space looks full of life and so much colourful …. What’s the matter ?

    Oh Yes. Almost forget to wish you “Happy New Year 2009”

    May the year ahead be filled with Peace, Joy and Happiness…………….

  4. very lively…… Good keep it up!!!!!!

  5. This poem shouts romance….


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