"The heady wine you imbibed
on those nine, insane days
thinking it as love, in fact was
unadulterated pain
with just another name"
pitying our condition
waning lonely moon
kept on saying over and over again
Long fingers of pain,
played a doleful tune
on my heart strings
rocking me to a troubled sleep

her eyes were swollen
with sleep deprivation,
chronic food aversion
made me look like
an emaciated ascetic
in a fast unto death.

Then, quite unplanned
in an enchanted evening
we bumped in to each other
once again, at a place
one would never
expect the other.
a conspiracy of hearts
still secretly beat in resonance,
seeking pain yet again
as if it's the only reward
for the pure devotion to each other?

What can we do then?
On the  bed of hay we rolled together,
washing our blues away,
the most primitive way,
sniffing and licking
biting and tasting
darkness pulled a curtain,
shyly peeped the stars
to see what we are up to
Then-
we gave up all restraint
started frenzied *******,
by her telegraphic winks
a distant star reproached us
"you still haven't learned a thing"