Still night, the stars are bright, but all I see is the darkness, thundering, like clouds engulfing my tragic existence. She has left me wilting for ever. I don't even know why, she never cared to tell. When I stand here lost, cold wind with thousand pins, ****** all over my body, as if to verify, if I am alive; the night sighs seeing me pale and tottering. Strange, that pin ****** I don't even feel, but the thought, that she has forgotten me for ever, forces a dagger across my heart, she mercilessly discarded. Still night, it seems mourning her absence, how could one think to fill the vacuum even for a moment? Wasn't she my other half, the Shakti, the power to match the Shiva's dance. Let thousand years pass, her voice will reverberate in my lonely soul.