Dark Whispers 

Some words were exchanged in soft tunes, in between

Lingering kisses or while, the breeze is running through my hair,

When we were with ourselves, in the dark,

Weaving dreams of a nest for us to live and love.

We forgot our worries, our assignments, and our deadlines

Our wristwatches and cell phones went to sleep,

We forgot the truth of present, of today, of now,

And immersed ourselves in the endless sublimities of love making.

Memories can only be reminisced.

They can not be retrieved or re-lived, but

I want to live those dark moments once again!

Those stolen moments from my class lectures or,

His office hours, stolen from the world,

Stolen from rude practical sense and reason,

Stolen from ever agile time,

When we created our world

Of love, togetherness and trust.

There is too much space now, too much to share between us.

There are too many “others” in between.

There is so much light now,

That we’ve lost “us” and have become “they”!

For the pleasure of others who want to see us “warm and cozy” and,

Put up our private moments on public video.

I don’t want to be heard or seen

For others’ to relish “us”.

Give me my dark back; I want those whispers back,

I want “our” moments back!