Everything was dark around,
the planks beneath and so were the feet; cold.

The pound under the chest was vigorous,
and the mind was dealing with its own hurricane.
All he could hear was his deep exhale,
a few murmurs behind those thick curtains,
which seemed to increase with every subsequent breath.

He tiptoed to the centre
as if he was ready to conquer.
The curtains were raised,
and so was the light; spot on.
Standing in front of those staring eyes,
he was all alone, on focus.

The act was solo,
but it didn’t mean to be.
His voice was flowing across the chamber,
like a howling gale.
Out of nowhere, he got pulled towards him like magic,
as if this is how it’s supposed to be.

The conflux of two souls created a symphony,
A harmony that was hostile to society.
But he ignored it all,
as his touch calmed his typhoon,
and he got lost in his tranquil gaze.

With the tenderness and warmth,
reared up a sapling; concealed from the world.
But those eyes were still gawking,
as if they were there to deracinate them.

Yet those fearless spirits,
infused in each other, stood firm; inseparable.
Till those eyes blinked in acceptance,
till the curtains fell.