The night whispered

I'm standing on my terrace. The sky is inky blue, there are no stars, there is no moon. Clouds drift towards each other slowly and hesitantly like silent lovers melting into their first kiss. The cool night breeze ruffles my hair, a lump forms in my throat, it's been a long time...

Distant memories sail in and out of my mind, I let them pass.
I don't want to think, I just want the moment to stay.
I close my eyes, I hear faint guitar strums, music straight from the heart, I'm smiling...

Characters from my book enter and leave my mind, I let them go.
I'm living a dream, I don't want to wake up.
I close my eyes, I smell rain, there is a mild drizzle, I'm smiling...

The sea beckons me from far away, I stay still.
The night is whispering a secret, I just want to drink it up.
I close my eyes, the spray is on my face, waves crash around my feet, I'm smiling...

A rainbow drifts in and out of my mind, I let it fade.
I don't want color, I just want the black night to last forever.
I close my eyes, I'm humming, I feel his arms around me, I'm smiling...

I'm standing on my terrace. The kiss is over. The night is suddenly still. I know the secret now. The clouds part to reveal a lone star, he is back! I'm smiling...

PS: The night itself was sheer poetry! And my thoughts were not symmetrical :) The randomness was the poetry!

Living Paradox!

There is a voice screaming in the head - "There are things to do..."
There is an inertia tugging back the mind - Cannot move an inch...

There is the urge to fly - The wings are still in the making...
There is a morbid fear - Searching for a place to hide...

The heart desires to create - The mind refuses to imagine...
The face yearns to smile - The heart remains frozen...

PS:
I've not written in a while, not because I could not squeeze out the time, not because of writer's block, not because I had nothing to say, simply because I didn't feel like it!

Writing is gratifying. Sometimes, "Not writing" is liberating!

Thanks for all the messages during my self imposed sabbatical. I came back to them time and again!