At night when all the
Clamors take rest, under
The quietness of the sky;
I throw my unspoken prayer
To the starred heaven,
Where the milky ways
Signal to heal my all
Pains with the potion;
Calls to tread with
The lone night, the
Sodden Moon, and the
Ever chasing lost dream..
The darkness tiptoed,
Follows me thru the
Sleeping grass, bushes,
Hedges, to be alone
With the springing
Calmness of night...
To this growing morose
Solitary hour, by gone
Hopes stealthily stagger.
I take deep breath
To smell the odor I
Smelt once under the
Full moon light..
I walk like a vagrant,
Along the vacuum of
Timeless space and,
Will be roaming unless
The dream catches me!

Nilakshi Nath