On a Winter Night on a winter night under the light of moon surrounded by lights and noises i shut my ears and eyes to the world outside. and looked inside me, i saw the beating heart, blood that run through my veins i saw my thoughts that shaped and reshaped themselves at the call of my desires i saw the pulses of pain on my nerves I listened to the slow wheezing sound in my chest mind said, its asthma i listened to the throbbing pain in my brain and the sound of my beating heart else nothing i heard nothing i saw. i asked my mind, people say this body's heart is broken then why isn't there any sound of a broken heart? mind took me to memory and showed me a picture there when i looked at that picture------ nothing happened it was just a picture, of a girl. I asked who she was, memory said she was your beloved. Beloved? yes. A subjective mental model of a person shaped by your imagination based on your subjective desires originated from your instinct for mating. so what, i asked. why people say the heart is broken? No answer came. Qaiser Ali Khan 21-11-2014