The clouded moon peeks through..
As the breeze rustles through the neem leaves..
I sit beside my window..
Lost in a windowless world..
Thinking of thoughts so very familiar..Yet not so anymore..
Wishing it should rain again..
Wishing it could wet me again..
Just as these thoughts wet my heart..
I hear you move nearby..
And the thoughts change direction..
Happy yet sad at the same time..
Melancholy gets a new meaning..
Its time, yet again..
To let be..
What is..
Yet was never meant to be somehow..
A dream, a reality?
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