Tuesday, May 24, 2016

The conquest

The eventide dissolves
in the receding moonlight.
The dawn seeps into the world,
twirling delicately into the arms of night,
the touch sends deep resounding ripples.
Quickened pulse, the staccato
and silence.
The moment blends into infinity,
and while they hold their gaze,
their hearts falter.
The illicit thrill, feverish and hesitant,
consumes the night
and the dawn burns bright
in perfect rapture.
A thousand dreams
glitter in diffused light.
Soon, it will be twilight,
and the yearnings will blend
in timeless symphony,
unrestrained and passionate.
Such is the hypnosis of seduction,
the day will dwindle in rustic hues,
as the night comes gliding,
through sultry evening roads.


  1. I don't feel like I m qualified enough to give feedback on this post, but to put it simply, its charming !!

    1. Thank you so much for such kind words, Sampada

  2. Dreamlike, in the passage of time and differing lights.

  3. I'm with Sampada. Every line of this was beautiful.

  4. I like the tension between day and night. What's intriguing is the softness of the verbs: dissolve, seeps, blends, dwindle, etc. Those words capture the slow unfolding of night into day and back again.

    1. I am glad the idea comes across clearly.


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