In the sweet night
I feel the silence behind the window
In the flat surface of
The moon I see you stuck as a shadow
In the black night
I watch the trees busy in a mystic dance
With wind blowing
Soft I see you there crossing the fence
Amidst hooting of owls
I can see you climbing up the stairs
A shiver runs down my
Spine when I get fragrance of your hairs
You are beyond this world
There is no one here to take your care
You have not a life now
Happy moments with you I can't share
Great imagery creating a fascinating atmosphere which, at times, is closer to mysticism. Wonderful poem this- Imaginary Lover. Nicely structured and rhymed. Thanks, Anil ji.
Feeling flattered with such a wonderful comment from an eminent poet. My regards.
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Amidst hooting of owls I can see you climbing up the stairs A shiver runs down my Spine when I get fragrance of your hairs fine description...... very creative, the ghost like appearance. that comes to you in the night, her fragrance. thank u dear poet. tony
Thanks Sir for giving your valuable time to my poems. Thanks for awesome review. My regards.