[SHAYAN]

The night is black and the forest has no end;
a million people thread it in a million ways.
We have trysts to keep in the darkness,
but where or with whom- of that we are unaware.
But we have this faith- that a lifetime's blisswill appear any minute,
with a smile upon its lips.Scents, touches,
sounds, snatches of songs brush us,pass us, give us delightful shocks.
Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning:
whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.
I call that person and cry:
'This life is blest! For your sake such miles have I traversed!'
All those others who come close andmoved off in the darkness
- I dont know if they exist or not.