Fate Tempted Poem by Namrata Biswas

Embedded in the sulci Tattooed in the gyri 
Are the ancient times of bonded stolen hours
Mercurial memories of a peculiar passion fiery
Oh how we tempted the fate mischievous 
And the retaliation was swift and clear!
Both were made forever vulnerable 
To an unfamiliar unusual attachment, dear.
What is it, if not a curse?
To rarely see and never to touch!
It's neither a protest nor a moan
But then neither can I always
Be blithe, gleeful or sing in a jovial tone!
Though thankful I am of the moments stolen
Glad that we're still together in the path chosen.