On A Stormy Evening

Under the dark night sky we were seated

And mighty wind kept blowing,

A great calm was induced by the storm,

And the feeling of being alive kept growing.

Into our hearts came the flying memories,

Like dead leaves flying all around us.

In the darkness we were united,

And the bond of friendship kept growing.

The wind currents sending chills inside us,

With an even darker sky visible in patches,

It made us think...

Why is it necessary sometimes?

To get lost in the common,

And to get drowned in nature.

To be able to see truth in broad daylight,

We must first learn to see in dark...

The trees around us were shaking,

Shaking with them were our inhibitions too.

And the measure of truth kept growing.

It’s our life amazingly unaware in a new light,

Chatting are two, one is on phone and alone I write.

Just silhouettes are visible, and the breath of god.

And lighting and thunder abound.

The pain again found a way inside me,

But the stormy evening was still progressing

And the feeling of content kept growing.