Magic of the night,

Perched on a tree top,

Waiting,

Lingering along the corners of darkness,

Waiting to capture a suitable prey,

And there I come strolling,

Unaware and assuming,

Lost in thought,

About inane details of a mundane existence,

Completely oblivious,

Of the wanderer lurking in the shadows,

Walking by,

Like as an afterthought,

I look up,

My stare meets the magician’s gaze,

And there I am struck,

An unarmed and defenseless me,

My hypnotized eyes close,

On opening,

Finding themselves in an unknown terrain,

Panic!!!!

Seek to run!!!!

My eyes widen in fear,

Slowly opening upto my new companions,

Sweet, dulcet sounds of birds chirping,

Dazzling brightness,

Of stars above,

Mesmerizing beauty,

Of ‘orchids’ and ‘forget me nots’,

Of ‘roses’ and ‘lilies’,

A sudden haze of colour,

And I am drunk on the heady wine of what I see,

I am embraced,

By a majestic waterfall,

And am engulfed,

In its sheer power,

The blowing wind,

Along with all its allies,

Baptize me,

Welcome me,

Into this New World,

I am betrothed instantaneously,

To this magical night,

As dawn breaks,

I come,

A visitor,

An insane poet,

Wandering along the streets of your world,

As the hand of the night ticks ‘9’,

The magic of the night and I,

Perched on a tree top,

Waiting,

Lingering along the corners of darkness,

Waiting to capture suitable prey………..