With Her....That Night Poem by M.. ROHITH

Seconds kissing seconds
producing minutes.
Silence whispered
near my ears-
'ITS TIME! '

sitting on the irritating grass
under a dim light
in the park
searching for unknown charisma
in her face
which is partially covered
with darkness like a silk veil
of a muslim women.

Romantic fear,
killing courage in my heart
wasting those minutes
which were suffused with my love.
Enthusiastic hand of clock
forcing time whcih was strucked
somewhere in the suffused love of mine.

Timid winds
touched my cold cheeks
got the warmth of love
which boiled the guts of those winds.
Millions and millions of stars
twinkling millions of times
suggesting me
to do that and to do this.