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Someday …Some night…

by Shehnaz Gujral
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Day and Night desired to meet someday.

Common cronies, the council members came to counsel:

Gandhari to Dhritarashtra, were these close companions to Day.

Cerulean sky, Salty sea, Tangerine clouds and Raging raindrops.

Tell me more about dreamy night, pleaded day.

Cerulean sky stated so:

I am studded with diamonds winking at me.

The big dipper hangs bright on me.

Tangerine clouds narrated its tiny tale:

We play hide and seek under the moon.

Sky is the silken spread to sit and stare.

Salty sea sparkled:

My mood swings swing high and low.

I am the tide switch turned on and off by moon.

Raging raindrops revealed:

Ringing chimes and jazzy tones .

I am the cuckoo bird to the dozing folks in the dark of night.

Day and Night desired to meet someday.

Common cronies, the council members came to counsel:

Gandhari to Dhritarashtra, were these close companions to Night.

Cerulean sky, Salty sea, Tangerine clouds and Raging raindrops.

Tell me more about dazzling day, pleaded night.

Cerulean sky stated so:

Pearly white at sunrise, Pinkish wash at sun set.

Romantic in the gray sky, depressed in cloudbursts.

Tangerine clouds narrated its tiny tale:

Thin wisps to thunderheads,

Gazed by wanderers wandering in dream lands.

I am the poetry of poets.

Salty sea sparkled:

Lovers toss and twist in union with me.

Sun and sand color me gold.

Bikinis and Bermudas sizzle in saline me.

Raging raindrops revealed:

Petrichor, the Marijuana to aroma lovers.

I toy puddles and paper boats to tiny tots.

Mirage moon to day; Fantasy sun to night.

“Swap to seduce sun and moon”, said day and night.

“No change in loyalties”, chorused in choir,

Cerulean sky, Salty sea, Tangerine clouds and Raging raindrops.

We are unlike the narcissist man.

He errs and calls himself the best.

He is like a brook, noisy but shallow.

In mess or stress, he will tuck his tail to make a tale.

Chirpings and chirruping cheer in day.

Flowers flower and sprouts sprout at dawn.

Bats, Owls and Tigers spring out at dusk.

Lovers meet and whisper love songs at night.

Day and Night dated like never tasted frosted cupcakes.

Entered and exited at the exact time.

Day shaded the iridescent shades of night.

Night silhouetted the streaks of day.

We are a part, torn apart

Blessing in disguise, is it not!

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