In winter nights
Standing alone in my window
With a cup of tea
Feeling sharpness of cool breeze
And softness of moon light
Often
You come out of deep corners of my heart
I can feel the softness of your hot breath
Like sent of roses spread everywhere
I feel you gathered around me
Like moon light
You stand with me, talk to me, share with me
Those word which were never said
Those flowers which were never red
Those tears which were never shed
But every thing is unreal
Just a deception of my imagination
Anything which is there
Is darkness
And
Cruelty of realities…......
so
