My house for the night. .
.
.
The night was still,
So were my thoughts,
The night was shining,
So were my eyes,
The night was dwelling in its comfort,
So was my soul,
The night was simple,
So was my way,
The night was enthusiastic,
So was my want,
The night was filled with shining stars and the moon,
So was my tikka on the forehead,
The night was dark for sometime,
So was the kajal in my eyes,
That night was one of the best nights,
When perfection lasted.
