THE NIGHT IS DONE....

Drink in deep…the boiling oil, burning the night lamp….
The night will heave a sigh,
The night is done,
The night would untie her feet-
Nurse the wounds dealt by stiff iron shackles,
Curse the sun that had dived into the shimmering pool of oblivion.
Hence, let the night be done.
Drink in deep…the boiling oil burning the night lamp…
For they would pull him up by the collar now,
They would pull him up….the sun.

DANCES BY NIGHT....

Stifled cries by night…
Thread-bare pillows, dampened…
Dampened by the night….a night of smoky foggy memories.
Tap dances on the brow,
The feet, skidding on perspiring brows.
The dance will continue still,
Silence, a forlorn musical note-
Like invisible wheels skidding recklessly on a rain-washed street,
Of feet…feet stuffed into stiff stilettos, skidding on perspiring brows…..