a deep night

O the Bestower,
I wonder,
How night flows from one arm to another,
From one heart to another,
In silences, in heaps of wandering,
And i find u unconsciously in my sleeps..
O the Giver,
I wonder,
How herth burns itself in between pained feels,
To dicard the burdening of rotten weeds,
When breaths are held for fear of awakening the dead silence.....

The talking of nights, the stories untold,
I repeat in saintness, i act in my shameness..
my body bruised, my soul trembles,
My hands shaky, my gait shamble,
For the night is lingering slowly ,
And intensity has penetrated
deep the vision of awkward faces,
Smiles of sinful hearts,
Shadows of demon's traces...


Hiramalik