yet the night ruffles in its shadow <br />when so cool being swooning the green <br />in lap of the spring or of summer, <br />chilled winter or all together by the autumn <br />still the blue when blows by the passion <br />yet honored in the gleams of love <br /> <br />whisper when cajoles the moon and star <br />to behold the lily in its glow by the arm <br />the arm of embrace when chained <br />all flairs and glares when blossom by the ripples <br />couching upon the glimpse of musk <br />as when stashed in the furrows bestirred <br />of its colors when untouched inward <br />even by the glance of meteors unnoticed <br /> <br />the palette of hope when raining high <br />by the souls in unison when heavenward <br />speckle of silence reveres the blue <br />when twitches the lips evilly in undertones <br />in the dark by the imagery of paints <br />when suffused by the tipsy nightcap <br />when gleamed from a distance yet apart <br /> <br />the solitude of midnight’s spring <br />when walking in its wider strips of tunes <br />still swarf of shadow when curtained <br />by the screen of lustful light by the eyes <br />heart still robes the veil of desire by the spume <br />even when bathed by the raining spree of spring. <br /> <br />sun in its scotching furore flounces the earth <br />thrashing it bitterly rueful like hot bitumen <br />over the pan of fire smouldering the shadow <br />melting all blues into fumes moving upward <br />when stressed by the reeks irresistible! <br />the colossal mountain of endurance <br />yet flexible by the stress of taste.in unison<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-when-ruffles/
