By the choked spaces of travels,
By the dust moving in and out of the nose,
By the red eyes and sullen face,
I was completely lost;
In this morose state came one hot noon,
As I browsed my Office closet for some papers,
Slipped down the Haloed Visage in a portrait,
And my heart came to standstill,
I struggled for deep Gasp of Breath,
Eyes moistened after many days,
And Aeons of memories flashed,
I picked up phone and dialled with pained fingers,
And came a voice on other side,
It made me cry and shook my chair;
Her mellifluous voice melted my heart
And I suddenly felt an unknown gush of adrenaline,
Struggled very hard did I to speak,
And her photo gleamed and partly blinded my watery eyes;
As I drove to her place on outskirts of town,
Passed the flashes of memories,
And the déjà-vu thoughts that reconstructed themselves,
She was at the meadowed Lawns of her Cottage,
Her garden fresh of roses and chrysanthemum,
In midst of flowers, she looked more beautiful than them,
I realised her eyes were brighter than the green rubies in heaps of diamonds,
Shining brighter than moon on the dark night.
As I impulsively Hugged her,
The warmth of her body was the only soothing place left for me,
And as time passed by,
Like long lost re-kindled flames,
Neither she let go nor I;
They did compliment her dimpled smile,
And I kissed her on forehead and cheeks,
And Alas! Realised how far I had gone from the Sun of my life;
As she came in With hot cuppa of aromatic tea,
I was glancing across the souvenirs she had displayed carefully,
The big frame caught my eyes,
And the caption beneath read “to the best couple”
And when I was about to burst,
She came with much needed smile,
And then the sips of tea did help with choked breath;
We talked about our lives,
How it changed after we had parted,
How disturbing could mid life crisis be,
And came moments of laughter and bouts of silence,
And the outside sun chose not to be bored and went to sleep,
And evening turned into starry night,
She was excited to make some Italiano supper,
As we talked and gossiped,
My eyes blinked on the reflections from her ruby,
The red stone glorified her left ring finger,
Hesitating very much I asked her,
As if she waited for me to ask,
And broke down whilst speaking of her father’s dying affirmation;
And we talked and talked till the left over of platter turned stone cold,
And the night outside became cool,
And the clock struck eleven,
And I was about to leave for home;
She stood behind and held me tightly,
It was as if the bereft soul had returned to her,
I turned and held her tightly than ever,
In feeling the warmth of her body,
This kept on incessantly increasing,
I dint realise when our lips met,
And the deep passionate quench of thirst followed,
And for surely the old flames reignited than ever,
And we rolled in passion on bed....
And in Darkness of blinded amore,
as our legs Twined and intertwined and hands caressed,
Realised I that the hallowed ring was gone,
And that there was no barrier to the true connection of hearts,
And by the gentle moans from her red lips,
And her warm hands through my back and hips,
As if they want to rip them apart,
And by the burns of her kisses,
When my eyes for fraction met her,
Even the moon was shy and seeks refuge in clouds,
And she twinkled in that starry night,
And I no longer felt in that reunion,
Of solitude and badgering loneliness;
And when the gone sun returned,
And its golden ray woke my eyes,
I sat in bed, mused by the gone night,
She appeared even more beautiful with the tray of tea,
And as I prepared to leave,
I went and hugged the 'noor' of my eyes,
And kissed her for being the part of my soul,
And in the parting hug,
I felt her heart exclaim the glory of true and accumulated untouched feelings,
Which defeated my heart’s call of “ Amorous Temptations”....
