Thursday, January 10, 2008

I arise from the dreams of you
In the first sweet sleep of night
When the winds are breathing low
And the stars are shining bright.
The moon seeking in to steal a glance
And finding you with me in a dream
Quickly hides behind a cloud.
I said, “Dear, I love her”,
It descended down and blesses you with its glow,
The charm on your face smiles in sleep
And I missed a beat,
I knew I will die,
I stopped breathing,
I thought I’ll surely die
And also thought I will die thousand
Deaths to treasure that lifetime moment
So, I stopped breathing,
Until you pressed your lips on mine and made me respire!
And this time, moon went behind the clouds out of shy…

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