Splendour of the wizard’s magic wand...

With the onset of the chilly winters,

And the trees starting to shed their leaves,

I gaze in wonder at the dark mystic sky.

It's calm and serene all around,

The desolate streets, the nip in the air,

Make me curl and sit on the window sill.

As I lay back and I grab my book,

The unruffled breeze makes me quiver,

My chapped lips and dry skin call for care.

I wonder what makes these winter nights so special.
Is it the long nights, the darkness or my mood for introspection?

I get beguiled by the spell of misty nights.

But then a shimmering halo appears amidst the murky looming clouds,

The dense heap of cotton balls suddenly disperse,

And the dark sky gets bejewelled with dazzling little stars.

I smile in glory looking at the grandeur of the magician;
The wizard has just used his magic wand,

To dispel the darkness and has spread light.

It's late in the night...and I have nowhere to go

It’s late in the night…and I have nowhere to go…

So I perch myself on the window sill.

The dark sky & the empty streets beckon me to sleep,

Yawning and rubbing my eyes, I decide to defy them for once.

The cool breeze greets me and shakes my slumber off,

My lips turn moist with the raindrop kisses.

My sodden nightwear gives me mild shivers,

I gaze outside to feel the desolate space.

The street dogs cosily cuddle beneath the tree,

As together they say “Its monsoon time so we are free”.

I wonder why, the drenched crow smiles at me,

In anger I raise my brow and he flutters away.

Amid this silence, I hear a cry—a feeble whimper,

I ponder deeply to hear it clear.

Frantically I searched, but failed to find the source,

And then I found the answer, after delving deep within me.

But it’s late in the night and I have nowhere to go…