You! The wind of night;
Bracing, enchanting zephyr.
Every time I open my casement;
There again! You call me near.
...
The sun goes down the verge;
The silvery moon walks the night.
Upon the green meadows, shadows emerge;
Land in- the mock stars, fireworms bright.
...
Rain, till my bone's wet,
Till my soul's wet,
Till my agony's swept.
Let every drop be felt,
...
Nocturnal Aura -I
You! The wind of night;
Bracing, enchanting zephyr.
Every time I open my casement;
There again! You call me near.
I- then, no more here.
No sooner did you embrace me;
I lost myself........
Then found myself-
in some distant land, near the sea.
The mingling waves;
The fitful gusts.
The echoing caves;
Sunbeam dancing with dusts.
How I wonder.....
Radiant and ebullient the jiff's;
I- drenched in mirth of time;
And thereby you render me to rhyme.
Oh soon! My conscience I regain;
Back to my native earth again,
Yet, you kept me wondering, why?
Why its like-every time you cast a spell,
for me to forget(for some angelic moment) where I dwell?