The night had settled in, the darkness encased the rooftop café, the summer breeze brushed our faces, it was time to go home..
Old red walls, dim yellow lights, wooden railings; the deserted stairway was gasping for a story to be told;
Suddenly everything ceased to exist, only the synchronization of heartbeats, till we found our lips crawling in search of unknown territory;
Your eyes glistened with love as my body pushed yours against the wall, moments overlapped, your odour stifled my senses yet again as my lips brushed against your skin tracing your body like a silhouette, numbness grew around us like creepers as we became oblivious to the knowledge of time..
the dull stairway, was now glowing with an intense hue and as you slipped your fingers between the gaps of mine while we walked down the sidewalk, the orange moon peeping amidst the dry leaves and streetlights, whispered, “You’re home!”
looking out through the window, i kept aside my headphones.. the haze outside waiting to smother my favourite book lying across the bed..
suddenly the heart-rending clouds swept in an epiphany, memories swayed like waves of the ocean and a realization creeped in that I’m nothing more than a mere constellation of tragically forgotten truths..a collection of dreams that were consigned to oblivion..
so, i put on my headphones again, remembering all the times my mom told me i deserved the best..
“Devour me”, i closed my eyes and screamed while a coldplay song gradually started healing all the brokenness within..
how difficult it is to trust the night sky, at times it brings the irresistible peace amongst mortals yet, obnoxious..
sometimes, you let me drink in the sight of the myriad stars amidst the inky canopy of cimmerian shade.. and at times, the aura of the moonlight unleashed a flood of memories and left me gasping for an antidote to escape it.. and there are moments when my cigarette blotted out the raindrops showered upon me..and the smoke imperceptibly faded like the scars you left behind..
and I was only left to wonder if you envied the cigarette fastened between my lips..the same way I envied the darkness which protected you..
yes, you are a darker shade of the night sky outshined by a collection of unknown, real and imagined celestial constellations..
yet, some crave for silence, failing to escape the chaos of a moonlight night..staying up late to safeguard the clock., where two strikes of the pendulum comprised of more secrets than her lips ever uttered..
the thoughts were ink..the moon was the half written book..