A night,
Seemed like any other;
Deep in the midst of four walls
I sat in my arm chair,
In my king-size posture.
The affairs of world never reaches here.
In stillness.
Sitting lousy,
Across the empty window.
The noise has been swallowed
By the endless night.
My robe has become a garment of white dew.
Unable to sleep,
I walked through corridors.
All a flash,
Above the highest peak
The crescent moon appears with a smile.
I looked, smiled back.
But that smile was of pride.
Pride of my heart.
Because of ‘great’ worldly achievements.
Of ever growing power, authority.
Because of high offices I held,
and of high intellect;
which been pampered and envied by many.
Thus with chest widened,
Head held high
I walked along the corridors.
Like an young lion of the congregation.
As a royal blood.
But this night smelled strange than others.
Its silence was deep,
Like the silence before the hunt,
Or of a might storm.
As the chatter clock
Kept saying: tick tick.
The silence grew deeper.
As if it got life.
All a flash,
Came a freezing stillness
And saw an icy breeze coming
Tossing and curling like waves.
In a sec,
It stung my heart like an arrow.
At that moment of freezing stillness,
Of that freezing silence
My ears echoed the feeble, yet
Deep cry of an angel
Send by Thee.
