A moment of inspiration
As I got up and rolled the roman blind,
Came, face to face, with full moon night!
Eyes lingered on shadows on its placid face.
Yet, it lit up my being’s dark, empty space.
Pain shifts, as I touch that moment of joy.
Each grass blade is bathed in light and buoyed.
Lilting notes I heard in sound of silence.
A neon street lamp, witness beyond the fence.
A poem riding on a moon beam whispered to me,
Take out paper and ink from locked desk please.
Night, the quiet, a brand new pad and fountain pen,
I sat on a reclining chair near a lamp in my den.
Mood and solitude made me reach for wine.
Laying on its back in a rack, ah an alluring sight!
Carefully selected one and pulled the cork
A whiff, and sip, took care of writer’s block.
Beautiful and meanigful too. welcome back Mamta.