PROLOGUE
Geet, , you know it is the same
winter moonlight , ,
How
maan?
Years ago,
, it was also winter moonlight when I
was praying for you, , you know why?
Why
maan?
Because
it was the night you suppose to come in this world, , and you came, , my prayer
was successful, , and I was very happy that you came in this world….
It was
the same winter moonlight like today, when you got admitted in hospital and
that night I prayed again for your well being, ,
Maan,
why you did all this?
Because
I am like this geet, , mai aisa hi hu, , I can't see you in pain…
It was
the same winter moonlight, , you ran away but the unique part is the that I
helped you, , that night I again prayed for you, for your well being, , for you
safety, ,
And
today is the same winter moonlight, , we are standing in this moonlight of
winters, , the same moon who always saw us, , the same chilly air , the same
cold weather….. everything is same geet, , but
one things has been changed geet, ,
Kya
maan?
You
geet, , you has been changed…. You are not like my old geet, ,
POV of maan & geet
Take
this kiss upon the brow!
And, in
parting from you now,
Thus
much let me avow-
You are
not wrong, who deem
That my
days have been a dream;
Yet if
hope has flown away
In a
night, or in none,
Is is
therefore the less gone?
All that
we see or seem
Is but a
dream within a dream.
I stand
amid the roar
Of a
surf-tormented shore,
And I
hold within my hand
Grains
of the golden sand-
How few!
Yet how they creep
Through
my fingers to the deep,
While I
weep-while I weep!
O
god! Can I not grasp
Them
with a tighter clasp?
O
god! Can I not save
One
from the pitiless wave?
Is
all that we see or seem
But
a dream within a dream?
By
Edgar Allan Poe
POV of
maan & geet
The
snow, so peaceful and serene,
Caressed
by the soft moonlight,
Gave
magical feelings to the night.
The soft
blue glow,
The
lover's words that then did flow,
Their
lips closer and closer until,
Locked
in the throes of a passionate embrace,
He
decided to express his feelings,
To keep
her safe.
He
whispered softly,
His words
like music to her ears,
"I Love
You"
And her
response the same,
Heard
like the gentle breeze,
"And I,
love you, forever."
That was
the night they promised
to be
together through everything,
each to
care for the other when old and gray.
A
lover's pact
The most
likely to last.
By
Krista J. Mikula
Edited by neha5058 - 11 years ago
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