For my 4 A.M musings,
i prefer going back to that night
when you left me
in middle of
my undressed state
and satiated mind.

You said, "Darling! it's business".

Your leaving was dispairing ,
Your umpteen kisses could not fare well,
more than me,my wrinkled bed sheet was going to miss you.

That night, i could not sleep
lying in my bed, bare
i kept staring at the ceiling
the fan was waiving at me
and airing
my undone sentiments.

I dozed off helplessly,
not my fault
the night moved her fingers through my hair
while touching my forehead, gingerly.

I was in trance,
i walked on path dusted with silver ash
and stars hanging from mysterious trees
some alone, some in group
some were floating together
exactly how a constellation would be.
The clouds were nestled in tiny spaces,
they too must have given in to the night
at this hour of spree.

Just before i had woken up
i had seen a silver silhouette at the end of the path
So as soon as my eyes fluttered open
you were just there, like a fake mirage.
lying beside me ,
on your favorite pillow
staring at my books,
which you said were boring
at my pens and diaries
which made you think i am scribbling
poems on you.


And today , at 4 A.M
i am sitting where you left me
hoping this wait would be over soon.
I have opened my diary,
holding my pen like a gun
hoping to slain you,
with my words
again and soon.

Through open window
crept in your favorite bougainvillea
bathed in silver rays and brilliantly beaming,
i looked above at infinite deep blue sky
While the stars were stroking
my cheeks with lights
and singing their favorite lullaby.

But today,i could not sleep.

So i decided to hold on,
and wait for sunrise.

When sky will retain its brilliant lush
when clouds will look dramatically pink
when birds will thrum the morning rituals
when sun-rays will creep on my old fashioned building
when the morning breeze will come running for me
and touch my temples before the creepy bougainvillea.

When the signs will tell
such beauty is not in vain
" You have arrived."

I hang in between the moments,
For they take me in silently and warmly.

I Hang in between the moments,
Like a soldier on the battlefield
checking on his memories ,
amidst incessant firing.

I hang in between the moments
I see you
Like a crimson moon rising
In the sun setting eastern sky.

I hang in between the moments
You walk towards me,
I reach out with my fingers to touch your butter skin
And you transform into the fumes of my burning desires,
Leaving me in awe of your body scent.

I hang in between the moments
Stealing time for new memories ,
Clinging to the old ones
like tiny stars to their silver silhouette,
For there is no watch made to keep an eye.

I hang in between the moments
To chase the pavements
Which you said will lead me to you
I end up amidst the deep woods
The awning branches filling the voids
What a perfect place to meet in between

Let's start over from these in between moments
These are the ones unknown to inevitable.