Last night I kept the window open

and could feel the breeze

blow in from the night outside,

playing with my hair,

murmuring in my ears

sweet nothings...

Those soft stirrings started

somewhere deep inside,

I walked to the window

and looked outside...

to see what? the moon?

but the moon was covered  by clouds

and it looked so far.

So many a nights I have

sat thus by the window

looking out at the moon

so far, so mysterious

and written numerous lines

imagining what the moon is,

but tonight the breeze

wrapped me up in her arms

and lifted me up

up and up.....way above the clouds

till there I was

and the moon in front

clear; unwrapped;

the face staring back

with a string of pearls.

Why did the breeze do thus unto me?

why did it reveal the moon to me?

Now what shall I do?

longing more for the moon

for beauty once seen

how can the eyes forget?

~Khwab~

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