Euphoria of the evening

It is evening time and the sun shines bright,
As it procrastinates near the horizon.
The rays of the sun in the sky cast a different light,
And the birds, to their abode, do they return.
Any lugubriousness, they do enlight,
Bringing euphoria, which in my heart, does brightly burn.
The glimpse of the merging shades of day and night,
Relieves the viewer of any of his concern.
How can a scenery,
Allow us, enlightenment to perceive?
It is a bless to be able to see,
And later in our mind, to conceive,
Nature is the elixir of life, that gives one ecstasy,
As it makes one’s heart beat to ho and heave…

-Rajveer Nair

Stars of the night

As I look up from an open field,
To pass my sleepless night,
And see the dark sky yield,
Shiny, gimmering balls of light.

The colour of their shine,
Contrasting the colourful sky,
The translucent colour like red wine,
Of the galaxy behind, up high.

These balls of fire,
Lay enigmatic, away from the earth,
But the beauty of theirs which I admire,
Leaves my heart overflowing with mirth.

The feeling, I perceive,
From the light they radiate,
The immeasurable gaiety I conceive,
Which only the beauty of night can stimulate.

Although they themselves not sway,
They move my heart,
Towards the feelings of gay,
Bringing all moroseness to depart.

Their amount in the sky is equal,
To the amount of joy they bring,
And their luminosity is much more,
Than a bridal ring.

From afar, these tiny specks,
Leave me in awe,
With the picturesqueness,
Which in nature, I rarely saw.

The shine of these illuminated circles fade,
With the arrival of one of their kind,
And goodbye they bade,
But had forever stayed in my mind…

Say Goodnight…

The glimmer of the moon,
As it kisses the earth,
Igniting all the jades,
And stones in the dirt.

As the wispy clouds,
Some with cosmic dust,
Show the beauty of nights,
Which they seldom encrust.

The clear skies,
Form the perfect background,
As their rich, dark indigo hue,
Touches the lightened ground.

These gentle breezes,
The forming of due,
All start to take their place,
To welcome a dawn, that is new.

The sounds of night,
Although feel eerie,
But in itself it hides,
An untold mystery.

As the trees hustle,
And sway to and fro,
And gently rustle,
As the wind gets slow.

How could one forget,
The sparkling stars,
As they light up the paths,
Of caravans who’ve travelled for hours.

The dark shades of both;
Of The ground and sky,
Merge at a distance far away,
As form heaven there, anigh.

The high tide of night,
Come, amid the ocean
From waves and ripples
As the moon calls them and so does the sun.

Tenderly, does blow the wind,
In every coast, from land to sea,
In their slow, swift approch,
As the cold air sinks gracefully.

The atmosphere of night,
All filled with calm,
For all keep the peace and slumber,
As their tiring hardwork, they enbalm.

And so as to not disturb and bring,
All’s surreal endeavours in plight,
Let the night help you torpor,
As it bids you a fair good night.

– Rajveer Nair


I’ve been locked away,
Deep inside the earth,
But i have to survive,
From the fire in this hearth.

I don’t know how long,
Will I stay here in this dark,
Trapped in this place where,
None can hear my bark.

I know I’ll strive,
But I don’t know how long,
Hanging on the edge of life,
I sit and write this song.

I’m all alone here,
I got no one to admire,
But I know I will survive,
From this dungeon of fire…

-Rajveer Nair

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A clear Night.

As the night arose,
So did the bitter dark,
In whose atmosphere could only be heard,
The howl and the wolf’s bark.

As the wind blew,
In the form of a gentle breeze,
It made eerie sounds,
As it blew through the pine trees.

Neither was the moon nor the sky,
Overcast by the pale clouds,
Under whose light,
Did the pack of wolves howl.

The whitish scar in the sky,
Slowly disappeared,
Or did it seem to be,
To whose sight I peacefully slumbered.

– Rajveer Nair

I wrote this poem in about 10 minutes, just like my some other poems. Hope you like it and do check out my other works too, as I post more of my works along with the passage of time.

An arriving dawn…

Although the sun was down,
Below the horizon,
Its twilight was seen spectacularly,
Above the forests of fern.

As the orange gently,
Nudged the sky of blue,
It gallantly filled up the sky,
With its husky hue.

The stars which glimmered,
Had started to fade,
For at the advent of dawn,
Good bye, they had to bade.

As the layers of light,
Filled up the sky,
The night sky, in its captivity,
Bade good bye.

The morning now,
Almost fully arrived,
Was signalled as the,
Birds chirpingly cried.

The night beneath the horizon,
Had started to dwell,
But would return soon,
So till then it bade farewell.

– Rajveer Nair

An Idyll

sitting under the shade of a tree,

my mind so pensive as can be,

full of melancholy, not of glee,

but with a sudden stroke of light,

I see a sight, lit by the sun, spectacularly.

I see green vales, stretched to a height,

as all rose together in their might,

and kissed the sun bringing delight,

the view, complemented by the birds sermon,

as they lift me from my melancholy plight.

Such a sight; only one,

as it stretched to the horizon,

the dead grass was brought to life by the sun,

when the sun began its descend,

and ignited my tavern.

The wind whispered to me; like a sibyl’s transcend,

and now, with this, I bring thius idyll to an end.

-Rajveer Nair