Birth of a Story

At the time of night,
When the bright stars twinkle in the dark sky,
When the cold wind from the mountains blow,
A soft touch of the wind awakes the soul.

A slight shiver in the body and an innocent smile on the face,
Brings the memory of the one, who has added to the vision's grace,
It feels good thinking about him, when heart guides,
And you feel as if he is standing beside.

Eyes start talking to the sky,
And heart answers on his behalf,
The darkness of night seems colorful,
And the melodious silence takes you too far.

The feeling is so pure, that you can see through the hearts,
You feel as if God has showered all happiness on your path,
Your lips don't move and don't say a single word,
But then you realize that a story has taken birth.

(Written when 20 year old)