Sunday Poem By Rejuan Sardar

The Nocturnal Visitor

Pray, I, you to be nocturnal visitor,
To adore me like the moon’s to the lake!
Reflecting your grandeur over the meadows,
In similar the moon-shine kisses the river breast.
I’m of reliving my warmness in gloomy forest,
My gasping breath will be diluted.
Silence of echoing heart continues to grow,
While the blue mists unveil your pretty face.

Upon my glittering eyes, to rebuild,
To re-dream of pondering of my heart
To get in touch of your tempting, bare chest.
To be consumed by our deepest yearning,
To lose all my uneasiness in your praise.
Your curves of erotic unwrapped waist,
So delicate and mesmerizingly intriguing,
That my whole conscience devastated in a moment.

Rather, I not prevent myself to be doomed,
In your shallow eyes with deepest desires.
To be consumed by the flame of adornment,
Of your charming blue eyes;
That Cupid has captivated our souls in heavens.

Oh Lord! Stop us not today, I pray;
Of being ingurgitated by our desire.
The anatomy are mating in the blue mists
And the souls to mate in Heaven.

Millions of years not enough to contemplate,
In adoring my beloved with rest;
And to be veiled by embrace of our souls
Kissing your undraped agonizing breast;
Under the blazing stars, into the solitude,
Pray, I, you be my Nocturnal Visitor, every night.
[5:52 PM, 7/14/2021] Rishi Ttt: I Need A Heavy Rain

By Rejuan Sardar

Afraid! Of losing nothing anymore
In the silent night I am to explore,
Whether I am destined to be lost
Sacrificing my emotions as it’s cost.

I’m very much tired to cry out loud
In my mind there’s gathered a cloud,
For me the Sun may not again rise
Untill my last breath and sad demise.

None is there with whom I can share
And my desparation not to spare,
No one has time for me to listen
As for them I’ve become a burden.

All have left me whom I was favourite
Now it seems to them I am obsolete,
That they cast me and stepped over
With no regret they’ll turn back never.

Being human they’ve cast me alone
Except my pain I’ve chattels none,
Being helpless for them I’m no use
For being a poor now I’m a recluse.

I now wish if I had a good very friend
If they would listen and not pretend,
And I would narrate all my agonies
That once I wished to live in peace.

Now I need a heavily showered rain
To wash away my tears and all pain,
That I vow to be a hardened man
And to never repent in my life’s span.