A Lunar noon...

Another summer lingers..
Through the shaded leaves of twilight..
Falling on those parted lips..
Demurely..
Licking a lost smile..
With a lucid sonnet..
Of abjured longing..
And tendered skies..

The old Bandra fort..
Hid the smoke..
In the fogged boulders grey..
Arising inside distant voices..
Of muted waves..
And tuneful rubble...

There arose another pair..
Of barren eyes..
To blink away mementos..
Amidst scarlet shadows...
Washed in lukewarm delight...
In an infliction of affection..
Of the Orange Moon..
Into a wordless eclipse..