Again, a night!

It's 3 A.M. The darkness of the night intrigues me to write, and it's appearance provides me with the words. The window of my hall is half open. An astonishingly empty road separates me from the vast field on the other side of it. The road is lit by the light of a street lamp hidden behind the window. The light is intense on half of the road, and gets tame as I look towards the empty field, leaving passage for an evoking darkness to be seen and felt.

It's just a fractional part of the cosmic darkness spread over eternity that I am looking at. And how simply intriguing is the experience! These nights are transitory worlds. Experiencing them is a pleasure of an unmatchable satisfaction. The night comes to you with a new tale everyday. Hear it carefully until you, yourself, become one of the popular ones!

The Sinner's Paradise

As I sit by the window
and watch the sun go down,
down the cliff, the glittering waters fall
they've always stopped my frown

As I see the greens extending towards the horizon,
I see an angel gliding through the fields,
her beauty shines through as much as the sun,
the purity and the whiteness, it is love revealed

Her hair catches the flowing wind
Her hands make a slow breeze
I forget that I've sinned
as her gracious steps make the time freeze

She comes near, now closer to love I am
My hands on her hips
her kiss on my lips, a permanent ecstasy
I can't help but believe, real is this fantasy

She holds my hand
and caresses me tender,
but since I'm a sinner
why did God send her?

I'm lost in the trance
wanting the magic to continue,
but she's got to go, she's called back above
she whispers to me
"I am your angel
who's been looking for a chance
to replace your heart of hatred, with the heart of Love"

She lets go of my hand
and glides away into the sky,
She looks back with her diamond eye gaze
assuring me that
she'll be back soon, in a new phase

I rub my eyes and wake up from the beautiful dream

realize that the lost paradise awaits the sinner,
but the warmth in my heart confirms that God resides in me

so I'm ready to start again as a humble beginner.

The Drummer

A song was being played in the background. Two typical beats per second. The process was continuous. They all enjoyed and swayed to the song untill an aberration was heard. It was an extra beat. "Where did it come from?" They all wondered in unison.
"How did that transpire?" Most of them asked. "Was the sound unprecedented?" asked the others expressing panic.

She was unmoved and serene. She hardly bothered. "I have a different question," she announced,
"I wonder who the drummer was."