Our nights

A dark night with wild wind blowing across,
When the green and white curtains sway free,
Lost I am in my own world that’s so very full,
Full of your carefree whispers and joyous laughter,

The coconut courtyard and mango orchards,
That bathe in the fury of Monsoon,
Listen they do to my soulful musings,
The crooning that do for the pleasure of you,

The silence of the midnight that engulfs the roads,
And the tranquility of my huge house,
Break they into applause a thunderous one,
Listening to philosophies of life we talk,

The distant sounds of dogs barking on the streets,
That distract the Monalisa wall hanging,
As her wry smile turns into a wide pompous one,
Overhearing the love chat we do across miles.