I walked down the lamp
Lit streets in Midnight,
I witnessed an unusual romance
Between dimly lit streets and the magnificent sky.
As if medallion yellow kissed midnight blue and danced,
Isn’t it ironic that what is considered inanimate
Is sometimes more lively and alive
And what is animate is completely cold and dry?
I was so mesmerized by their subtle movements.
In a dilemma, whether there really exists such a romance
Or is it me projecting my desires in unusual ways
Or is it both?
Did I really make them find each other?
Or did they make me find myself or was it both?
After all, I was wind; a medium for love and they,
Definition of love.
– Muskan Raina
