when the night gets dark
my mind just  like a lark
takes flight from place to place
doth comes face to face
some memories from the past
some dreams that forever last
some stories untold
deep inside did I fold
in silent dark room
like a witch sitting on broom
I go on a ride
beaming all with pride
the places never dared
my worldly eyes stared
tonight in a forest black
I go on to slack
my thirst of being wild
in a weather far from mild
here come dark cloud
that little light allowed
from moon on thick leaves
at places as if from a sieve
the darkness all too thick
where eyes can not pick
a view ...at times  flash
light like a sharp lash
on foliage trembling from fear
of rain that they have to bear
it started all at once
like burst from many guns.
down pouring from all sides
with wind so heavy like tides
uprooting many a weak
a havoc and on its peak
stinging sound of slaying
like a wild orchestra playing
a thunder sharp and shrill
going on and on at will
my tiny body swaying
with wind and keep on laying 
at places with a rage
wind carrying me like a page
thick clouds the rain and thundering
while I there keep on wondering
am I too near to my end
recalling  the days I spend
suddenly a hiss and I m awake
thus giving my visit a break