ABERRANT NIGHT

Its my urge,but how do I apprise,
all the things that my heart affirms.
How do I await the ripple of dreams,
when the plethora flows every time.
Listen to what the reticence tells,
longer than the memories are the
chronicles of my heart.
how do I apprise,how do I apprise...


I had aspired, to tell you something,
O hallowed.
You are present obverse me,
so i surmise ,what was i deemed to tell you ?
How are these innervation?
This aurora feels like twilight.
Words keep coming to my lips
and then blushes away,
words are emulated every time in my eyes.
Its my urge,but how do I apprise,
all the things that my heart affirms.


Why do I have to tell,the words that are un uttered ?
Heart listens and heart speaks.
This is the night we have for our hearts .
Heart without enunciating seems like palavering.
It triggers of all the secrets of my heart.
When there is sensibility,sensitiveness and sentiment,
then what else I have to say or auscultate?
When you are there ,
O sacrosanct  .....