A Midnight Affair

Midnight lost its charm

Stars went into hiding 

Moon wept behind the clouds
Lost wishes and shooting stars..

The wind, the night mist 

All seems to be missing you 

But none as much as me..

Summer Nights

On nights like these when the heat gets to be too much

I lie awake under the stars and think about you 

When even the winds blowing my way
Are laden with perspiration and broken dreams 

I picture you and crave for your touch 

I yearn for you from the depths of my soul

The sound of your voice that embraced me in its folds 

The warmth of your hands 

Your joyous laughter that still rings loud in my ears 

Tell me...
On summer nights like these, do you miss me too?

P.S. So sorry for not replying to all the comments on recent posts. I don't have my laptop and the only writing I do these days is on my mobile. But thank you for writing in despite my silence. Love you all <3

The Last Time

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Last time I saw your face 

Seems like a lifetime away

Those memories made 

Tossed and discarded in a dusty corner

Though my heart pines for you

I decide to let you go 

Flowers you gave 

Preserved between pages

The pain in my soul 

Makes it hard to see 

The beauty of the world around

It all seems so bleak; pointless even

The night no longer holds any promise

Of late night coffees and bike rides

This is a chapter that we must close

Yet why does it feel incomplete even now...

The Last Dance

Image courtesy: The Book Club

It was going to be their last night together. They had decided that it would be best to part ways now to avoid the heartbreak that was inevitable later on. Anaisha took out the exquisite red gown that she had bought for the occasion. The soft net flared around her ankles; reminding her of the many fairy tales she had devoured as a little girl. But things just don't happen like that in real life, do they? It never was that uncomplicated. In life, things were not always in black and white. Sometimes, you have to open yourself to the existence of grey shades as well. 

She pulled back her hair and secured it at the nape of her neck; accentuating her dark eyes and high cheekbones. She gave a final look in the mirror and satisfied by the result she saw, went to open the door as the bell rang, announcing her visitor. There he stood; the man she fell in love with. The only man she thought that her heart would be capable of loving. It was the first time she was seeing him in a tux. The two day stubble gave him a sophisticated, mature look. But the twinkle in his eyes remained unchanged. 

"You look beautiful. I wish we could just cancel dinner and spend time here." 

His words got her blushing. But no, it had to be a clean break. There had to be no unresolved issues by the time they parted ways. 

The ride to the hotel where he had made dinner reservations was both short and long. It was torturous and toe curling at the same time. How on earth was she going to get a grip on herself if he kept nuzzling her bare shoulder and kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear?

As they reached the venue, he held the door open for her. He had arranged for a private dinner where they would not be subject to public scrutiny. The selection of wine was her favorite. It was details like these that had drawn her to him in the first place. He listened when she spoke; he knew that she had a weakness for red wine and cheese, he knew her favorite movies, he knew that she felt flowers were overrated and for this reason he had never, not once resorted to those cliched gestures of romance. In her eyes this made him all the more appealing. He may not be perfect, but he was good enough for her. 

As she was sipping her last glass of wine, he took her hand and swept her across the dance floor. He did things like this; throwing her off, catching her at a vulnerable moment and making her love him a tiny bit more each time. Spontaneous acts that took her breath away. As he held her close and danced, a slow seductive dance that had always ended in her bed on previous occasions in the past, she sighed and leaned in close to him. 

It was only when his mobile buzzed was she brought back to the stark reality. She knew that it was time to leave. He had a family to get back to. And back home, Anaisha knew that her daughter would be waiting up for her. As they parted reluctantly, they held on to this last shard of memory knowing that this too would get tarnished over time. 

Back home, as she tucked her five year old daughter in bed and read to her, Anaisha told her a story about a princess who knew better than to run away with a prince. A princess who was content with what she had in life and no prince could take that away from her. With that, Anaisha kissed her daughter good night. 

This story is written for the above photo prompt for The Book Club. 

Linking this post to Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge. 

Someone like you

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I have spent my whole life
Searching for someone like you
I have spent every waking moment
Dreaming for someone like you

I wanted someone who would laugh like you
Someone who would hold me like you
Kissed me like there was no tomorrow 
Someone who would grasp my hands like you

On a moonless night as I gaze out
Into a deep dark abyss 
I realize that there can never be
Anyone like you