In The Sands of Rajasthan

Jet black silhouettes of trees,
Against the dried inky canvas-the sky.
A full moon shines in the left hand corner,
And becomes the twinkle in your eye.

Swiftly pass the black landscapes,
And silence descends on them like dew.
A million thoughts I weave into the sky,
And create a black and white picture of me and you.

-Sameen

P.S: Written on a black and silver night while travelling through Rajasthan.