Sitting cross-legged on the terrace floor
Leaning on the half-wall
Staring at the evening stars
With my dearest friend,
I spent a dreamy evening.
As the hues of twilight
Slept on us,
Our hearts cried as we smiled
And talked about our dreary lives.
Forgetting every bad dream
We felt each other’s words
Talked to our heart’s content
Fulfilling our empty souls.
Long talks we had
On angels and witches,
Love and longing,
Hatred and mood swings.
We sat there, talking.
Letting our bleak present go away,
Munching crispy ‘kurkures’
We sat there, talking.
Stars shimmered above us
Moonbeams kissed us
And we shivered
In the cold winter night.
The mist enveloping us,
We felt our third eyes
Analyzed dreams,
Understood visions
And finding their meanings
Left the terrace happily
Feeling honey-sweet inside;
Forgetting that another dark night
Would be awaiting us.
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