Neelaa aasman so gayaa

The blue skies seem calm and asleep.

The shower of the dew wets the night; lips shiver. My heartbeats wishes to say something, but could not utter a word. The breeze sings softly; time too flows slowly.

You come into my arms, yet shy. Like the moon into the clouds, slowly slips away. This solitude, you and me. Even the land has fallen in silence.