ANOTHER EVENING WITHOUT YOU...

Another bereaved evening just passes by.
The clouds in the sky are on a journey towards some unknown destination. The bright, reddish moon playing hide and seek behind the veil of the wretched clouds like a shy new bride. The noise of the world slowly fading into the silence of the night.
The wind caressing me and playing with my hair, trying to distract me as I close my eyes and try to feel the face that eludes me in midnight dreams.
The leaves of the trees whispering the unspoken story of a perennial love of the departed souls into my ears, as the wind passes through them.
A lonely evening star peeping from behind the clouds and eyeing me, as i sit here thinking of you.
Some unknown flower fills the air with with magical fragnance, as if trying to send some secret message to the night fairy. At a distance some night bird crying aloud as if trying to beckon its lost flame.

Yet another lonely evening thus getting over, leaving behind an abandoned soul, in its eternal wait for a forfeited love.

IN THE FIRST RAINS..........

That was an evening of the first rains;
I was walking along the long hazy road
by your side
My fingers tangled with yours,
My head on your shoulder,
your lips caressing my hair.
The red shawl wrapped around both us
barely preventing us from getting drenched
Your body pressed against mine, all wet
yet the warmth of your body
fighting against the cruel monsoon winds
to defend me from its gelidity;
As fought the prince, from the old fairy tale
against the cruel witch,
to protect the princess
The showers of bliss pouring from above
as if trying to quench the fire
of our burning heart
But still it could not stop your wet lips
from touching mine
for the first time
Oh! what a moment of ecstasy it was!
when our lips locked each other.

That first touch of your lips
in that evening of the first rains
is the last reminiscence of our togetherness.