When Were You Close?

Amid the quiet of the night,

The gusts of chill breeze, 

And the medley of soft ghazals,

I was lost in the bit of moon,

That made it to my room,

Maybe I loved losing myself in her.

If this is not bliss, then what is!

They surfed across the silver plaque, 

The  gentle waves, and the huge tides

Of thoughts, dreams, and castles

That drew me to a distant world

Where I lay still, 

Let the moon soak in, again

It was warm, though a different shade

But the velvet below rent it dreamy, 

A soft note of music pierced through the quiet

It wasn't quite the beat of your heart, this time

But the burble of the stream over the stones

Wasn't too far from it.

They left a moistness in my eyes

They surfed across the silver plaque 

But I struggled to reach beyond the mist,

Maybe it was because of the missing.

A sudden gust of wind flapped the curtain

Left my eyes wide open, again
I gazed back at the moon, wondering

When were you close

That the distance would tear me apart!

© Sashikant Mohanty