In the harsh light of day
How quickly they fade away
All those magnificent feelings
Awe-inspiring brushes with magic...
Made possible by the light of moon...
Poor, lost, lonely souls...
Wandering in search of connections
Looking for truth, beauty, love...
They miss the twinkle in his eye
'Tis the only high!
For what is Beauty, If not
The play of light upon her...
And what else could love be
But the glow in her heart
That he was there to see... By Sudhir Kamalakar