Eternal..

In the jasmine fragranced dawns,
From the gossips of loneliness,
Often the drunk nights come back..
And find life in the music of Jhingur
Somebody said-
The moon too drinks sometimes
From the salty lake of eyes..
Sometimes descends down the late night hours
And sleeps under the shed of veil
Just like a kid..
Warmth melts veil
Slowly..
Very slowly..


The crazy nights possess often in account,
The falling of moon..
The melting of veil..
And the silent warmth goes on ascending
The breaths of the crazy nights..