The Love For Darkness

somewhere, the darkness of nights

and i drew close,
maybe both are used to waiting,
for the beauty of the full moon!

i love our meetings,
but the partings,
were just as beautiful
for the passion i'd see in you.

i love the touch of the petals,
maybe a semblance of you
i even fall for the thorns,
for the blood roses they remind me of!

how i long for winters,
in spite of the bone chilling cold,
for the troves of smiles,

the playful teeth chattering,
the windy mornings, the hot canteen tea,
and the dream 

of a timeless embrace, once again!



© sashikant mohanty