The night seems mystic
inside the calm surrounding,
sharing thought with shadows.
Sometime the feelings of rare love
sometimes the grief of inner soul
sometime the loneliness
hammers me
that I am alive;
and
I have
to walk ahead
alone in the path
that have no end.

I surprised,
without a little murmur
the date has been changed.
I am just passed the past
of thrilling experience.

One day
I will sleep inside my grave
like the passing time
You will remember me
in such cloudy days of rainy season.

by sarojini pattayat.01/08/2013