The Night's Call Poem by Raghav Bal Mardhekar

I kneel on sultry nights to pray
Lost songs to lead my mind astray
Reason resides in a distant land
Emotion's realm is close at hand

Sensuous thoughts on their own
In quiet tones the darkened room adorn
Bright sparkling eyes, sudden muted feel
Entrapped, transformed, haunted, still

Tumultuous silence frames a lingering touch
Shy fingers tremulous fleeting brush
Smiling lips sudden are gravely etched
Restraint, by unshackled senses stretched

Perchance a truant spoken word
Repentant flees, unheeded and unheard
The gossamer touch of drifting fingers felt
On naked arms and legs, a straining breast

Unguided, instinctive, their path is marked
Awakened feelings by feeling touch are sparked
Rapturous eternity knows no tide or ebb
Ensnared in a magical passions web

No music, yet lilting notes entreat
Joy's songs this languorous spell to greet
A distant flute the silence softly graces
An emboldened tongue a lover's lips embraces

And hands that ere could scarce believe
Their power - in caress now relieve
Yesterfears - Tomorrow's hopes are born
The heart of its fading memories shorn

No earthly thought dares be so rude
On such sacred moments to intrude
Just Silence in Silence's womb is born
Night's fabric by no morn is torn

I've oft in lonely moment sought
Such nights to hold, and felt distraught
As morn's light the lingering star chases
In sad retreat the unearthly spell erases.