Circular Vision

Once upon a moonlit night we danced,
Bound by the turbulence of beating hearts,
Cast under the spell otherwise known as madness,
With a rush of blood to the head,
We embraced each other like lost souls,
Like there was nothing else worth left to see but each other,
Something like love.

Today is another moonlit night,
There are only tunes now,
Moods of enchantment,
The heart swings alone to its own echoes,
That was then and this is now.

Tomorrow too there will be moonlit nights,
Some with you, some without you,
But always will the beat skip and the sound crash,
Forever more there will be turmoil,
Of what could be and what had been.

Sitaron mein le chalo
Dil jhoom jaye aise.. Huzur aao