...that night...

Sleeping under
cloudy night, she
played sufi tunes

Eyes wide open
midnight onwards
they enter slowly

Unfolds each
thought, tenderly
like petals

Countless they are
unique and fragile
few drops on pillow

Memory paused to
last moments of intimacy
since he is miles away

Love they made
last time, still
the scent is felt

His innocent eyes
struck on hers
knowing the tomorrow

It wasn't the sweat
but her tears, as he
departs tomorrow

Sweet anger of her
not speaking a word, its
beyond her control

Slaps him with wet eyes
not of hatred, but for
desert of love

The passion that followed
clock couldn't measure
time of life


--
Tanvi D