Mystery Encounters

By Sushant Shrestha

We meet as initiates of unspoken truths,

In glass towers rising from ancient stones,

Where new steel frames embrace crumbling walls,

We meet where modern shadows dance

With ghosts of wisdom long forgotten.

Between sleek cafes and remnants of temples,

Time folds upon itself like untamed origami

Here in these urban catacombs,

We carry centuries of whispered wisdom.

By day we pass like leaves in the wind,

A nod, perhaps—nothing more.

But here, in these sacred hours,

We unfold like night-blooming flowers

Opening to stars that fell to earth

Before mankind learned to count them.

Our ritual begins with silence,

The kind that speaks in between heartbeats,

In breaths that match like tides

Drawing us into deeper waters.

Your hands trace symbols in the steam

Rising from ceramic cups,

While mine decode the patterns

Hidden in the air of what remains.

When your fingers trace my palm,

Ancient veils dissolve their grip

Electric currents spark between worlds

Mortal flesh meets astral trails

Your lips part with ancient syllables

That set my soul ablaze.

We melt into awakening light,

Two flames merging into the sacred fire,

Mysteries older than time itself.

We share secrets older than stone,

Newer than tomorrow's emerging dawn

Knowledge that melts like honey on our tongues,

Sweet and golden and ethereal

In these moments, we are both

Teacher and student,

Dancing at the edge of the revelation.

Outside, the world spins unaware

Of what transpires in these twilight of spaces

Where we kindle ancient fires

And speak in languages lost to time.

Tomorrow we'll pass on crowded streets,

Strangers wearing ordinary masks,

But tonight we are scribes

Writing wisdom in the book of light and darkness,

Each word a key, each silence a door

To mysteries that sleep in plain sight.

Lovers, keepers and seekers

Of celestial tides and terrestrial guides

Our footprints fade like morning dew,

Each mystery encounter leaves its secret trace

In cosmic geometries above,

The constellations shift their dance.

Our sacred unions subtly push

The swirl of stars into new arrays,

As ancient powers recognize

These mystery-wrapped hours of grace.

Each realignment of the stars,

Sows seeds of an unfolding awakening.

Mystery encounters