A December Night

It’s a breezy night

And I sit in my room

With the windows opened before me

I feel the cold wind playing with my hair

It feels divine and serene

I close my eyes

With a pleasant smile on my face

As if under a charm

And what I see is your face

Your silky hair dancing

According to the music played by the wind

And each time your hair

 Falls on your face

Covering your eyes

You brush through those silky black locks

With your slender fingers

 With utmost grace

And the expressions flowing from your eyes

Is something which I cannot resist

And the season plays the cupid

And what fills my mind now

Is just you, your face and your eyes…