On One Quiet Dusk

With one bright blue star,
the dusk painted sunset on the mountains.

The night was about to come,
the shadows parted in the Eclipse.
With the holdings of colors which was never decided,
the white cloud encircled in the poetic rings.

The quiet turned noisy,
The nithjars flew with the sharp air.

The King & the Scars on his heart,
always chanted the subtle name.
The whole immortality intrenched,
over the golden streets of Heaven.

Into the depths of the sea,
a wandering soul was lost in the infinity.  ~R.S

The Leaf

Gently into the night,
when stars beckon you,
he was dreaming on a silent note,
deep into the blanket.

With the pauses of brewing imagination,
hallucinating over his stripped identity,
he was turning into a new leaf.

In the forest of the lions,
between the thunder & lighting,
the leaf soaked all the vulnerability.

The leaf was still green,
the journey it has to make,
was obliged to the nature's stake.

Untuned chords

I saw in you the serene beauty, Often quiet ,watching me overnight. Your flashing eyes beyond the skies, Looked me for my soul in the darkest night. I miss you though on the wildest roads, Take me with you over kindest note. Take my hand,hold it tight, We'll be strong in the twilight.

Mooned Night

When the night takes place in the dark, Mooned night covers all my scars. Like puppeteers playing my flagstone path, Fortress of gloom,I will illuminate among the stars. Strangest nights on the pillow of curious dreams, I cloaked the cold & was quiet in the scene. Whispering to the odds, I behold myself with comforting hour. This interlude of time, The one which echoed and danced to my heart, A lone wolf beckons to its solitude path. ~ R.S