The Night & The Moon

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When the night wakes up
From its deep slumber,
It’s elated about
The inevitable thunder.

Ready for the silent reckoning
Of the voyeurs of death,
The evil fangs shine
As if lovers just met.

But the grim reaper
To his utter dismay
Silences the army.
As the thrill is gone tonight!
‘Cause the moon is on tonight!!

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The Tragedy Of Thoughts

Thoughts!
Falling on the head
Like fierce raindrops.
Totally unafraid
Like a slinky on the top.

Thoughts!
Travelling to and fro
From molecules to the space.
Taking intricate snapshots
From place to place.

Thoughts!
Waiting to reveal
The stories unearthed.
Like an innocent child
With an unending thirst.

But the master!
He closes all the windows
To shield the child?
And then makes silly innuendos
Keeping those stories mild.
The innocent screams
Become mannered talks.
And the child tamed as a captive.
Well! That’s the way people flock.