An Apology for a Night Call

I am happy 
You didn’t call me tonight.
Moment, which was ours,
You left me alone
To wait for you for hours.



I am waiting for your call.
You are busy with other talks.
I am venerated,
Adored,
Honoured,
And, crowned
With all the jewels of foolery trademark.



The Cat is sitting
Adoring the Moon.
The Moon is gazing
Back to Cat.
The Stars are burning
With jealousy
And revenge.
They are feeling cheated
With love romance
Of Moon and Cat.



Stars are my friends.
Let me flirt with them.
If you won’t call me
I’ll relate my passion with them.
They are alone
And I am depressed.
They need someone
And I am with them.


The Wind is our medium 
For me to reach them.
Then I don’t have to wait for you
As I’ll have them.
If you may think
How will I converse with them?
As they don’t know my language
And neither did I.
This case is very critical
And won’t last long.



Language is our myth
Which has certain limits.
Truth is our emotions
And Love is the true bond.
Now, your call is coming
But its too late for me to attend.
I am busy in flirting 
With wind, Stars and all.



Wind is rolling
With shivering breeze she moans,
With orgasmic pleasure
Of love between
Me and Stars.
If you can hear her
Hear her sing the song.
A whisper might come to your ear
If you will feel the ecstasy
Of my love with Stars.