The beauty of a lonely....

It’s time to pull down the shades after day long toil.
And wave to the soothing moonbeam as the zephyr whispers by.
Those walking shadows do not throng the streets anymore,
and retiring to bed comes easy, where the sheets long for the third presence.

It’s just another house along the boulevard,
just another room in the house,
and yet another night in the room.

A night of moments, rendered weak and lost;
Of innate sensations gone astray…..
Because when the yearnings are left unspoken at the brink of nightfall,
You are this raging gush of passion so untamed!

This raw vehemence inside is a mean double- edged sword,
splitting the essence that lies bare in sheer submission.

It is the craving for that mountain wilderness in the whiff of your breath
that makes these eyes seek you even in the dark corners…
and call you out even as the words go unheard.

Night has fallen again, fallen hard.
Your thoughts come knocking at the forbidden doors of mind.
I wonder if you are there, still; I wonder if it were true.
And as the glow fades deep within,
It’s time to say a little prayer,
and turn off the lights!