A Midnight Affair

A Midnight affair...
In which I saw a heartbreak.
The passion was there
But it only lead to a heartache.

His kiss was so smooth
And yet it didn't brace me
For his comforting allude
which had decided to trace me.

Oh! What he caused was nothing less of lust...
His cheeky insinuations with his hands.
They applauded on my body in sexual trust...
Bringing me, a hostage now involved in his plans.

Never crude, he just knew what he wanted
The essence of pleasure on his agenda
For my ebony he enticingly hunted.
I did nothing, but surrender.

When the clock stroke midnight...
The bell chimed at my sound.
The infedilelty of such a night
Has turned my life around.

I found myself at the feet of resent.
When my first heard about my second...
When he heard La Belle from the crescent
of our bed.

Now I have no first, no second , nor a third.
I only look back at that night as a mere fantasy
How absurd.

A Phase of Silence

Stepping into it and
embracing it's wit.
Its a familiar character I remember..
Not just a memory but a heart render.

Faceless, not at all.
Bodiless, no..
But Its the sound I can't recall.
No rhythm, no beat.
What i hear is still and all too neat.

Its big, consumes the place where I exist.
It's a place where sound is missed.
...
A phase of silence..
A song of mute..
No musical guidance...
No symphony roots.

It projects in my mind so I don't speak.
I only stay still to entertain this leak...

of silence.