The black night spreads darkness
like a bat in search of prey.
Mirages dancing like celestial ballerinas
lure the moths for raptures.
Some mindsets get trapped in the mazes
in echoed resonance of wistful feels.
I am afraid too.
Can there be oasis?
Where are those shadowed paintings?
I search in my mental camera.
Melodious feels and jingle chimes
entwine as moonlit auras.
Dreamy beauties rhyme in natural billows.
The seed sound reverberates.
The monstrous demon
tries to grab me and I feel like hiding.
The foggy haze becomes misty
and clarity steps in.
Slowly but steadily new dawn emerges
and in the love lap of Mother
I wake up with cheer.
@copyright@Manoj Krishna Sanyal


Comments: 8
"celestial ballerinas" . . . Loooooooooooooooove this!
"mental camera" . . . brilliant!
A 10+ and more, my dear friend.
John, Thank you for appreciation.You are very right in your analysis.
John, very happy that I can swim with you.
Vijay, thanks for your appreciation.
Barbra, I am overwhelmed.
Thank you all once again.