And the inevitable thoughts again take control,
The happy times lie on the floor as a crumpled scroll.
From the grey curtains vaguely takes shape a pale yellow moon,
Bathing in its warmth sits a mistress away from her woon.
Mind and soul still caught in his enchanting charm,
Bitterly sheen memories kept her placid and warm.
Long back, heared through a grapevine about the guy,
Started having endless heart to heart conversations, never thought he'd lie.
He said,"this will last forever" rather dramatically,
For her this was a sacred mantra coz she thought he said all this seriously.
He wearing his Black leather jacket and dark lucent eyes still comes to visit her daily,
She still has long enthralling conversations with him, he leaves her alone rarely.
These mere imaginations keep her pleased and contend,
Prision of homely feelings of his affections prevents her from getting rend.
But when the dark yet alluring cover in the sky rises,
The dusk inside her gets comfortable with the dusk outside, her heart cries.
Coz Her knight knows none of all,
but the night knows it all.
-KASHISH MENDIRATTA
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