Unacquainted Silhouettes

Lamp post



A dark sky, a barren road
Amidst all, stands a lamp post-
quietly romancing with the sidewalk
and the tree-blossoms around,
illuminating the possibilities
of a wanderer whose closest
consorts are the moon, the trees
and the ceaseless lone walk


The night sky comes to a standstill,
with stars nestling in the clouds
As the wind rushes pasts my hair,
my eyes rolls back to him-
to his glittering eyes and face,
lit up with yellow light
beaming from the lamp post


A smile breaks up the silence,
to emanate another silence,
enamoured in timeless-ness
The lamp post stands upright,
forging timeless stories