There is no soul awake in my sight
It is three hours past mid-night
It is dark very dark
There is hardly any light
The train is moving fast
It’s cold
As cold as your blood
This darkness reminds me of that night
Twenty-seventh of Jan.
Eight p.m. around
Second floor of our college
Corridor
Alone
Others were in lecture hall
Practicing for our seminar
I was the only one along the entire parapet
With a just-broken heart
Trying to prevent my eye lashes from getting wet
Couldn’t
With my hands on those cold stones
And my eyes lost in darkness
What a night!
You should have been there
You should have seen me
My eyes
What a moment
I lived it
Wow…
Crying for someone
For the first time
FOR SOMEONE
You
Yeah…you
What a thing
Love…you’ll never know hat it is
Love
LOVE
What a word
What a thing
And you…
So bad
Never mind
I am not worth it
Don’t love me
But
Okay…no more buts
And…
Excuse me please
There is some one knocking
At my cabin’s door
…
…
…
Yeah I am back
It was the railway personnel
Asking, if I wanted a pillow
I refused
I’m not going to sleep
And I needn’t tell you the reason
So…
What was I talking?
Yes, right
I was describing that fateful night
Forget that
Let me look outside the window
Wow
That star
So bright
So beautiful
Almost as good as you
And nothing else besides darkness
And thoughts
