A One Night Stand

A mutual spark,
Or an attempt that worked,
It could be a long term pursuit,
Or a pick up like that clicked,
They knew they had a vibe, they think,
Not pausing to wonder, even for a blink,
They approach each other, suspending sense and thought,
Hoping to make even more out of the night,
They hunt for a room or just a quiet spot,
Hasty, in a frenzy to engage in the act,
Claiming to 'enjoy' an evening,
As if there's no way for that but smooching,
A night they both knew they will forget,
But for some reason, nurture no regret,
Believing they are enjoying each other's presence,
While, in truth, it is merely the pleasure of indulgence,
Human craze manifests in ways that are, to some, despicable,
Even in an age where gratifying hormonal whims is fashionable,
An age of forgotten chastity,
Of neglected morals and ruthless audacity,
They tell themselves that they had fun,
Reminding each other that they had to run,
They bid goodbye, never to meet again,
Emotional beings feigning cold, but for what gain?
It is victory for both, or at least for the one that tried,
If such is victory, where is true pride?
They say it is forgotten, a one night stand,
But I'm sure it's it's a night that in both hearts, will forever stand.

Written on 2.5.2016 at 6:30am at B001, H13, IT Bombay