The Moon in my Room-Song

 The Moon in my Room

The DJ was spinning, a fever in the air

Youngsters were singing, without a single care

Men were drinking whiskey, bold and blind

Girls were shaking their legs, leaving thoughts behind

It was a perfect Saturday night, wild and bright

For every party lover chasing neon light

 

As the tracks kept changing, smooth and slow

Pretty women walked in, putting on a show

Men stood waiting, like hunters in the wild

Hoping to pick the woman of their choice, beguiled

The DJ cranked the volume, and the speakers came alive

Drinks kept flowing, taking fingers for a dive

Young lovers pressed closer, bodies warm and tight

Getting ready to fill the dance floor through the night

 

But I was the mute spectator, a ghost inside the glow

With a glass of cheap beer, watching the chaos grow

The night was catching up; hearts were warming slow

Then I saw her walk in — and I forgot everything I know

 

A young lady walked in, like a blade through silk

For a moment, I lost myself — my beer turned to milk

I longed to keep seeing her for the rest of the evening's game

By the time I fixed my mind, she was next to me, calling my name

With a warm smile burning, she asked to sit right there

Opposite me, like a moon descending through the air

 

I was filled with a joy I couldn't name or hide

The moon had come to Earth and sat by my side

We got introduced between the bass and the beat

She became my guest — my whole evening was complete

In the midst of heavy music, loud and wild

Our conversation stayed soft, like a secret child

I turned into a good host, taking care of her glass

The lights were getting dimmer, the night was moving fast

Songs were getting sexier, slow and deep

And my heart was making promises I couldn't keep

 

I was the mute spectator, now stepping off the wall

One smile from her, and I was ready to fall

The DJ announced the last number — the brightest lights came on

Orders stopped. I checked my pulse. The girl was not yet gone.

 

With courage building slowly in my mind

I leaned in close and asked her, almost blind:

“Would you come to my room?”

She looked into my eyes — no fear, no gloom

“Sure,” she whispered, “I can come with you.”

I paid the bill, walked out, the night still new

We walked together through the hotel’s hollow hall

My heart was pounding — I had no sense of the fall

 

Once we entered the room, my hands began to shake

I just wanted to hold her, for my own sake

She came closer, touched my chest, and said, “Honey…”

Then the room bell rang — strange timing, not funny

She smiled, walked over, and opened the door

A delivery box was waiting on the floor

I stood there wondering — what’s inside that case?

She hugged me tight, then kissed me on the face

 

I felt like heaven had landed in that rented space

She whispered, “Baby, go freshen up — give me a little time

I’ll be ready for the night; I’ll make the moment climb.”

I rushed into the shower, water hot and fast

Counting every second, hoping it would last

I came back dripping — and froze inside my skin

 

A tripod stood where her soft dress had been

A sniper rifle pointed out the window screen

Focused on a building opposite, cold and mean

She wore night-vision glasses, headphones tight

Fingers on the trigger, ready for the night

Before I could ask — she whispered, “Okay” to some command

And fired one bullet from her deadly hand

 

The glass pierced — a window broke apart

I didn't dare to ask who she was — my heart

Just stopped. She kissed my lips, so soft and slow

“Thank you, honey. Mission accomplished. I have to go.”

 

She left the room before I could comprehend

Then, the ambulance and police sirens began to blend

A person was down — a shot through the dark

And I was just a stranger who had let her leave her mark

With fear inside my pillow, I somehow fell asleep

Decided to check out early, promises to keep

 

At the reception desk, a bouquet and a note

“Thanks for the cover” — I couldn't even gloat

I rushed into a cab to flee the scene

To escape investigation, or something in between

 

My phone rang — the voice I heard the night before

“Honey, you are safe. Nothing to fear anymore.

You’ll have a smooth exit out of my country, fast and clean.”

I asked, “Who are you?” She smiled — I’d never seen

 

She said, “You’ll know very shortly.” Then she cut the line

A headline popped: Terrorist killed by sniper — Regal Hotel design

She called again: “Now you know who I am.”

I didn’t speak a word. But in my mind, a dam

 

Broke open — thinking of her beautiful voice, so still

I was longing to meet her again, against my will

I don’t know when I’ll see her — maybe never, maybe soon

But I’ll keep staring at the dance floor, waiting for the moon.

 

…I Still Look For her.

M.L. Narendra Kumar