Listen to the Night

Listen to the night

As it plays it's symphony

A masterpiece of sound

Of rhythm, of swing & rousing heartbeats.

Listen to the night

As the wind raises it's echo

Watch the waves dance in frenzy

As the storm reaches it's crescendo.

But never kissed

The brooding silhouette of the Bandra seafront

Cast against the gray morning sky

Seems to talk about a night incessantly teased by rain

But never kissed.

And now it was day again.

She always walks in beauty

Across cobblestones paths, amidst the infant night.

She walked in beauty, her face echoed the moonlight

She walked some more, her scent took over the night,

Her face was lit infact by her Samsung galaxy five.

I chuckled to myself, shook my head at the sight,

Today you can be beautiful and make your own moonlight.

The Night was a Gypsy

A teasing gypsy was the night

She winked with the dawn

To disappear and tiptoe back at dusk

In the darkness, he felt utterly alone

And at the same time in her arms, she made him feel complete

She made him drunk, she was a wine

She made him forget, with her lustful touch

She provoked him to live, if only for so much.

Lazy night of burning

My coat strewn across the floor

Your red heels graceful at the door

The wine on your lips as you lay in my arms,

It's a night of silence.


Your breath on my neck,

The buttons of my shirt lazily coming off.

The lights don't count.

Our eyes are fading into our dreams.


As we dance in our dreams,

Your arms snuggled round my shoulder.

We sleep with our clothes on,

But we're naked in reality.


Your careless hair draped on the pillow,

Your fingers entangled in mine.

I can hear your heartbeat,

As it plays my music tonight.


Before I dive into senseless satisfaction,

I let a whiff of your perfume fill my senses.

Now come what fears may,

I can fight them.