I went up to the hill with my broken heart and sat under the stars in the dark with the agony of mind,

I was sensing the moonlight and lost myself in the cold breeze that just passed through my scarf,

I lost the track of time like being in a timeless dimension, counting the stars and wondered if there is any beauty that exists more than those glittering dots in dark,

I felt serenity and started believing that love and beauty of nature can be found even in the darkness of times,

As I touched my inner self in solitude, I felt life is astonishingly gifted and my grief and worries are so tiny in the vast divine universe,

I suddenly woke up by a glimpse of the sunlight, inhaled a deep fresh breeze that just passed through those greeny leaves, a tear of happiness crawled through my cheek and I realized that a broken heart is now healed.

Did I waste my evening?

© Khwaja Mohiddin