The Night of the Storm

A storm of wind has swept all over the world
Carrying from one person to another
Some belonging of each other
Some thought
Some emotion.

In some place, a disjointed shadow formed on the ceiling
Illuminated by a flickering light
Of the candle stand-stilled out of reach
Of those hands which were lain in their laziness.

A slight portion of the window was open.
Like that thin line separating life from death
The noises could pass, a faint idea of wavering candle inside can be observed
By the hurtling clouds on that very dark night.

For a fleeting moment everything stopped
And the people all over the world paused to think and feel
The thoughts and feelings of another person
Unknown to him.

A sigh was made audible in that pin drop moment
When everything had stopped like a slip of a heartbeat
The candle didn't waver
A slight position of one knuckle of that lazy-lain hand shifted from its position
And the storm after it resumed at its full speed.

The whole world was overwhelmed with the rush of feelings and thoughts
That skipped and hopped and glided and swirled
And entered eventually — all of it — in that tiny room to end the journey of the storm
After blowing the window off, reaching onto the person lying thither,
A strong gust of wind blew out the candle.