In my exhausting nights <br />I feel without fail <br />the suffocating blanket of worldly targets- <br />Sometime lance of my poetic sense. <br />My passion and love for you, <br />gets subsided as a ebb against the <br />raising tide of my physical tiredness <br />and surge of my mental aberrations. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />As dewdrops coming down on wild <br />grasses at cold night - I feel <br />Your showering of love every night. <br />At times, <br />it brings me back from hybernation <br />Pacifies me...energizes me... <br />or mostly make me shiver in thought <br />of compulsion to return it. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Your nearness releases me <br />from my materialistic errrands <br />and resurrects the artist long dead <br />or sucks me back into my dark shell. <br />So whenever the flame of your flesh <br />ignite my dampened body by its touch, <br />I run for a paper to write <br />Or I burn down in depression.<br /><br />Putholi Arumugham T<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-night-in-my-wife-s-life/
