The night I anticipate to come ...

Rowing on the plank of wood,

With you by my side,

Sheathed under the pallor of moon,

In the tranquility of unflappable water,

With savannahs staring us from the sides,

Is the night anticipates me to come.

Shore far away from the sight,

Amidst the green water

All night,

Staring far at nothingness,

With thoughts tranquil as the inert pasture

On the water side,

Is the night anticipates me to come.

Fingers fiddling betwixt fingers,

Body resting on the resilient shoulder,

Limbs rubbing coyly against each other,

Souls flowing out to be together,

Is the night anticipates me to come.

Stillness on the move,

Softness in the wilderness,

Darkness in the pallor,

Loneliness in the togetherness,

Is the night anticipates me to come.

On the shore,

Dreaming the night

I anticipate,

I held the horses for long.

Hide and seek has been played enough.

Shun the thoughts!

Come along!
To make the night I anticipate,
The real,

Giving a reason

In our reminiscences

To beam wide.