*Midnight*

I’m walking down the lane,

It’s midnight.

The world is at rest, in-dwellers asleep.

The wolf howls on the hill-steep,

The owl follows, harks shriek;

a shiver down my spine breaks freak

the solacing solitude is disturbed in the deep.

But as the dew settles on the leaves…

the silence is soon restored, now for keeps.

I walk past a saddened street,

splashed by the pale moonlight,

nostalgic about a cold ugly night,

of the love that’s now gone…

I waited for a while to finally move on.

I tread past a walkway,

where in the day, ragged kids play.

Their faces shine with joy in the light,

but the hush -hush  tears belong to midnight.

I wonder, if they at all live or are they dead-alive!

This I see, is a haunted cottage,

where I've heard her helpless cries,

it echoes every night… it echoes every night

the dark hours scream out the secrets

which are buried deep inside.

I pause, I look up.

The moon beams to illuminate the site

the breeze blows as in serene plight

all the sorrows, the earthly pain,

all the scars from the memory lane,

are vanished for a while.

We all pursue peace at night,

wishing the next morn to glow bright,

& exclusively in the midnight,

Everything’s at place, everything’s alright!