That Night

Lying on the rooftop underneath the stars. It was you and me listening to each other's scars. In the crimson light of the moon where the slow and cold breeze was kissing my cheeks and I was playing with your hair and you were relaxing on my lap. I was giggling as my endless talks were appreciating your patience and silence. Your eyeballs were not making any movement far from my face and it seduces me to think why I do not call him the magician even the whiskey is not made me dead drunk but his deep intoxicating eyes did. I was lost in this temptation but suddenly my eyes were caught by the shooting star in the sky. As quickly as the light speed I joined my hands for prayer I wished for our long-lasting love and togetherness. I had a look at you and smiled but eventually frowned as of you didn't join your hands for prayer. I shook you for a response, not remembering that you were the shooting star that caught my eyes.

Yes, it was the conflict of my mind that traumatized me and sent me in your memories which made me felt your presence. It is the conflict of many narrow minds that can't see two pure souls loving each other. They have been creating walls of intercaste and if you try to break you will find your lover died consciously in your lap.