Through the window

You feel like home with the subtle nudging
under the stars
until the crisp morning finally peeps through.
Unbeknownst to the tingling thoughts,
the slumber seeps through.

Nascent notion that blooms within the pillow
talks
leaks its way into the succinct beats
Radiating springs and cherry blossoms
along the coasts of subsumed dreams.
Equally brutal is the notion of stagnancy,
and outrage for contentment
Or the stark realisation
of emotion ruled under convenience.
Free of burden, my weary conscience,
staggers and weeps through
Unbeknownst to the tingling thoughts,
the slumber seeps through.

Eloquently eerie misgivings swishing through the night
flaunts away the velvety waves
The croaks of raven fills the air
Clashing with their cuckoo knaves
Equally persistent is the faint breeze
that rustles through the leaves
Leaving behind the contentment
and dreamy contemporaries.
The fire of zeal is then rekindled
healing harmony heaps through
Unbeknownst to the tingling thoughts,
the slumber seeps through.

When I am here, on the purple night,  stitching my scars
I know darling you are there wishing upon the stars
A lulling voice of your wishes,
as it finally kicks through
Unbeknownst to the tingling thoughts
the slumber seeps through
The window.
©srijaprasita