Moonlit Nights

Around six years ago, in a room with a window from where moonlight used to fill my room, I read a book, which depressed me to no limits. I still remember those nights, those days exactly, I remember myself reading each and every word and page and feeling the emotions swirl inside me. Although sad, strange and weird that time was, when i spent restless nights in my bed, longing for something, something deep, I still miss that time, a lot. I still miss that restlessness, may be that pain, that longing and those moonlit nights. I developed this weird love for moonlit nights, Moonlight always wrap me in its own love,its disappointed and sad love which depresses me,it still elevates me from the lowest of lows i have seen, may be to take me to a different low which i love fondly.

Around two years back I read this another book, I felt the same longing, same feelings again. I fell in love with moonlit nights all over again, and i could not sleep for a lot of nights.I was waiting for these moments to return since then...

I dont have much to say now, Those moments have returned, i dont want this book to end, i dont want to read it further, I know nobody can ever feel what i feel, at times i wonder why people cant feel the things i feel when they read these lines. I am still glad atleast few of them understand my sketches.

I feel i should sketch more often. That is one way to tell everybody now what i feel.. what i have always been feeling.. the intensity of my emotions..

*Solitude*