The Silence of My Voice

"The exploding vulnerability, Of the night, When it stands at its darkest,  Right before the dawn, Dangling like a lost lover, When the roads barren, And the sky hushed, The world seems bigger, Better, Enhanced by the moonlight, Looking of past, holding the essence of  the nameless, Don't blame the virgin night, It does not engulf, It invites you in, to fill it in, With your secrets, Protecting you every step of the way,  The night retrospects, In its obscurity, Lies its unkempt beauty, Exactly how a woman looks dishevelled , In the morning light,  Pouring winter into her coffee." Retrospecting, yet again, Ak.

"Through all the adversities, I saw the light, Blinding me with truth, Dancing around my eyes, Like a paradigm broadway, Because sometimes, Only sometimes, you witness, Something so surreal, Yet feeling utterly real. Corroborating its existence,  Every night, Was the only excuse to be together with them, Finding refuge in its silence, I lay atop my car, Each night, Glaring at the enormous luminaries.  I'll remember the next time, To get that bottle of wine, Which bequeaths me with the same inebriation, That my fondness for you does.  Again a part of  Kanika 's  Astonishing August . Later, peeps.  Unfeeling, Ak.