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MIDNIGHT DREAMS


Each night, long after the moon shimmers,
I see you with my eyes open.

The stars seem to tell me that you are
Watching me all the time.

I toss and turn in bed
Wondering what to say if ever
I get to meet you.

You have killed my slumber
And aroused the lover in me.

How do I punish you for that ?

You torment me and I allow it.
The sweet taste of the poison -
Keeps me alive in anticipation,
That one day you would plunge
Into the depths of my heart.

I shall trap you there forever
And be avenged.

My midnight dreams end with
The first rays of morning sun.

It swoons me into the sleep
I’ve been deprieved of in the
Dead of the night.

Comments

Hemanth Potluri said…
it was nice sis....but little dark...and

**That one day you would plunge
Into the depths of my heart.

I shall trap you there forever
And be avenged


i loved these lines...have a nice weekend sis :)..

urs.hemu..
Nikhil Menon said…
waah waah waah.. :D But I never knew princess anwesa had eyes wide open after midnight.. :O remember DC?? :((((


Love,
Nikhil
Ajai said…
You torment me and I allow it.
The sweet taste of the poison -
Keeps me alive in anticipation,
That one day you would plunge
Into the depths of my heart.

fantastic writing. i loved the above lines. :)
Thousif Raza said…
you are a natural at writing romantic poetry really, cool, really mesmerizing, i imagined it and felt a chill. literally :)


take care and keep writing..............
Ekam said…
I toss and turn in bed
Wondering what to say if ever
I get to meet you.

Beautiful lines :)
Sandeep Balan said…
simple....n its the simplicity of this poem that is charming...straight from teh heart...heartfelt...go go anwesa :-) :-)
Rià said…
nice dark little poem these days i feel sleep deprived too!!dunno why!?
really very nice.. has been worth the wait :)
PULKIT said…
loved the reading!
I particularly enjoy the love verses based on outskirts of night and moon :)
Randeep said…
Hey nice one. I really loved it.

Cheers
Randeep
Abhishek Behera said…
is this an honest post? thats what i want to know. really vivid!
Dhanya said…
Really heart warming, Anwesa. Who is the muse? :D
rainboy said…
made me remember Twilight...

i thought bella wrote this... lol


nice one dost

tc n hugs
Tulika said…
Awesome !!! I love it.

especially the line ..And aroused the lover in me.
Enamoring indeed.
Anwesa said…
@hemanth,
dark ?? well,wasn't intended :)
thanks for coming!!
Anwesa said…
@multimenon,
well,it was a star-spangled summer sky. Slumber was defeated. :D

I think i've a good memory but then I can't recollect DC.... :(
Anwesa said…
@thousif,
thanks a lot!!!!
Anwesa said…
@Sandeep,
thanks!!!!
Anwesa said…
@ria,
u feel sleep deprieved ? good sogn for you :D chek dis out- http://anwesananda.blogspot.com/2009/07/anwe-ism-first-tenet.html
Anwesa said…
@jogeshwar,
:) thanks!!!!! :)
Anwesa said…
@pulkit,
thanks!!!!
Anwesa said…
@randeep,
thanks!!!
Anwesa said…
@abhishek sim,
there is more of imagination than honesty here. I guess i've a vivid imagination :P
Anwesa said…
@Dhanya,
thanks!!!!
muse- well,eh...a starlit clear sky... :) :) :)
Anwesa said…
@vicky,
thanks!!!!
Anwesa said…
@tulika,
thanks!!!
Phoenix said…
awesome imagery! :)
Anwesa said…
@Phoenix,
:) thanks dear!!!!

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