My Nights

Bejeweled in pearl and diamonds
slowly swinging nights would come
and take me with its tantalizing self
on calls silent to the worlds
but to us in our joyous hearts
masking away all blaring cries
through fences and gates and the walls
of thoughts too high or low, far and wide
wrapped around wisdom and selfishness
and of shrewdness of the norms.

I would often touch myself 
and recast my heart spic and span
off dirt and rust alike
to like and love myself.

has an evil sight conspired
or have I taken turns too tight
my trustworthy companions, my nights
keep swaying away slowly from me
the affable summons are same awake
I whisper I call I inveigle
in the same identifiable silence
but in vain drains my treacle
as I see, hearing my calls
they keep swaying away from me.