In my exhausting nights
I feel without fail
the suffocating blanket of worldly targets-
Sometime lance of my poetic sense.
My passion and love for you,
gets subsided as a ebb against the
raising tide of my physical tiredness
and surge of my mental aberrations.



As dewdrops coming down on wild
grasses at cold night - I feel
Your showering of love every night.
At times,
it brings me back from hybernation
Pacifies me...energizes me...
or mostly make me shiver in thought
of compulsion to return it.



Your nearness releases me
from my materialistic errrands
and resurrects the artist long dead
or sucks me back into my dark shell.
So whenever the flame of your flesh
ignite my dampened body by its touch,
I run for a paper to write
Or I burn down in depression.

Putholi Arumugham T

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-night-in-my-wife-s-life/