Parineeta

One winter night
That followed a busy day
Discussions and talks
Points volleyed
back and forth

The curtains of dark
rushed, before they could ask
Comprehend the meaning
Of what was to happen

And in bliss
While they discovered each other
Hands, skin and breath
And in that final agony
To each other they belong

Little did they realize
As the dawn broke
How it would hurt
When they tried to scream apart
The skin that was tied

The scars they would leave
for a long, long time