by Yash Raja
When the world is sound asleep,
And not an eye blinks,
When the streets are vacant,
And only dog's howl is heard.
When the world is dark,
But the moon sheds light.
When city is sound asleep,
And everything seems fine...
That's when the law of nature applies;
"Everything is not what it looks like"
At that night somewhere in a cozy, comfy dwelling.
Someone lays restless staring at the ceiling.
His cheeks are damp,
And droplets draw off the eye,
As the heart is stunned,
Due to the might of lies.
But his thoughts don't consist of grievous nights,
Instead, it overflows with the days of paradise.
The eyes that are crying at present,
Used to smile at once,
Every second with glee,
Without the worries of tomorrow
The chatter outside the campus,
The songs that they sang together,
The days of celebrations,
The hours and hours of unending talks,
The days spent at garden under sunlight.
Those games that they played alongside.
Those moments of elation-
Bare touch of hands.
The gossips and those shoulder cries,
For minute matters, irrelevant to sight.
That waking up in the morning,
Just to wake another.
That chemistry of them,
As significant other.
Formidable symptoms of lonely nights.
Who could have known,
What makes one smile and rest,
Would even be the one to,
Make them cry on the same beds.
Last updated May 12, 2017