Sitting at dusk near the pane,
With her favourite mug of hot black coffee.
Perfectly blended coffee and well stirred sugar cubes.

With each little sips of coffee,
Memories were getting breath new lives in her mind,
Her dark sparkling big eyes were still living those reminiscenes.

A strand of her brown hair gently touched her pink cheeks;
As if to call her back from those longings of her
Gracefully she tucked it behind her soft small ears,
carved utterly for her delicate face.

With an another refreshing sip and deep breathe;
There she was at her dearest corner near the window pane 
But little you know, she had her blinded eyes and sighted imagination;
Waiting for the light of the darkness!