In the cool moonlight
Under the shadow
of the neighboring scraper
Standing at the corner
Audible to the breeze
always peeping in our
conversations
You holding me
Like it's the last time you are
doing so
I holding you
Like you are a flower that
blooms
Blooms in a century at times few
You resting your face on my
heart
And my heartbeats tearing you
apart
Me, saying the three golden
words under my breath
Audible to only you at the start
And then tearing, penetrating
Through the universe
Audible to every existing
element
You rising your head
Me, confused
Trying to understand your act
You watching my eyes
Or rather piercing them with
your gaze
I still confused
You, holding my face
Like holding a newborn with
grace
Feeling my face with your
fingers
Me, dazzled
Because of the tenderness
Flowing out in colours of
rainbow through your fingers
Your eye lids slowly closing
You, slowly escaping
Escaping this insane world
To a world of our own
World starting,
Starting with a big bang of ours
A big bang of feeling’s
explosion
A big bang due to the most
reactive,
Reactive pairs of lips
Exploding further
With my palms on your hips
Exploring you, exploding you
The explosion burning you
Warming up the environment
surrounding us
------
Moon trying to cool us
But all efforts going vain
Because of the explosion
making us more insane
-------
Breeze trying to stop us
But its voice nothing to us,
just a fuss.
The neighboring scraper staring
us
But yet not able to make us feel
embarrass
The birds chirping their best
To provide us that old
background music
-------
And suddenly
At the voice of my dear mom I
wake up
“Get Up!!”
©Rahul Singh
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