the lonely deep woods ..

 

while in those deep dark woods of the early dawn’s gloom

amidst a dense fog and chill air, 

you are lying beside the burnt down ashes,

the smoke coming  out of last night’s fire

around those dry leaves and dark mud beneath the huge barks,

hardly you could open your eyes the lids so tight and drowsy, 

deprived of sleep the stoned you could ‘nt get up

out of weary and whole night of scripting alongside your cognac,  

your eyes could barely open nor see anything around

though you still try and half opened lids could see

the sort of trees tilted, your black ash tray with a few white buds,

ashes and specks oozing out the last bit of smoke,

you could see your lady dancing in curves eluding you in the deep woods,

instigated by the emanating edge’s curvy waves

to a slender long arc of his lady’s moves

so exquisite and so delusional goes her ways oozing and swinging,

kissing the mist over his whisky glass in the prevailing hazy gloom.

 

you could hear some hazy voices of your eluding lady

and milder tunes of her soothing hallucinations.

the voices hushing slowly and mildly into his mind through his ears,

made you feel a touch so sensual and tender unlike before,

the touch of your mystique lady so ethereal inside this deserted wilderness,

exfoliates you and your senses anew through a queer panacea.

perhaps the intoxicated you who is in need of such solace

after a fortnight’s read on aching love of parchment odes and sonnets,

the kind of classics and archaic literature on love tragedy and emotions,

certainly deserves such a potioned relief,

to drench himself in a potioned drizzle and to get over.

 

deeply moved and disillusioned by those tragic tales of love,

by those songs and sonnets of parchment scriptures,

you succour yourself into the lonely deep woods

inking your script you try to revive the passion behind ..

 you try to emanate again and resuscitate the love

behind those classics and parchment literature,

and you ardently want to bring alive your tales and theatre,

on par with those stories of timeless love and undying romance

with those characters and folks of such passion and fervour,

recreating the emphatic drama and the enthralling narration akin,

in your writing, plays and theatre art drawing inspiration,

admiring and adoring its literature of everlasting love,

beautifying its elegance and substantial finesse,

to relive its ardour and obsession through your very pen, its ink,

its gentle moves of curves and arcs dancing down your palm,

through your writing and its artistic expressions

that reflects your ardent love for art, writing and theatre,

that lifts you with a sense of inner grace and pride

alluring folks to dwell inside, awe and admire its lasting 

passion and fervent substance of beauty, art and love.

 

deeply moved and disillusioned by those tragic tales of love,

by those songs and sonnets of parchment scriptures,

you succour yourself into the lonely deep woods

inking your script you try to revive the passion behind ..