First For the other First

Hi. I have been watching one of friends write a blog occasionally. I knew about blogs before but never tried to write one. So here goes...
Since i am starting to do something I have never done before, I think I will tell you one other thing I did this year, first time in my Life. Writing a poem. That too, a romantic poem. I was surprised at myself when the first stanza came to my mind. I had heard stories of such happenings before. Poets saying that he just saw the whole poem in the sky or on the wall or whatever damn thing he was looking at. I never thought it could not be true. I was just a little doubtful of my capability of seeing a poem like that. (Oh, I did not see the whole poem, I must confess here, Just first stanza, that's all, but you need a start to, well, get started!) The story goes like this - I was in my bed, trying to sleep. (I am studying right now and I live in hostel.) My roommates were asleep, one of them was snoring loudly, not helping my agenda at all. There were some insect flying about as it was there mating time. Our other roommates, the spiders, were trying there level best to get there midnight-snack. There was some hard rock songs bellowing from neighboring rooms. So you see, it was totally a discouraging atmosphere for a romantic poem. In fact, other than those insects, no one in my room was even thinking about the opposite sex. At least, those who were awake!
After some time that rock music stopped playing. I was thankful to be at peace at last. I was looking at the patch of black sky visible through the curtained window. It was black. But there was a hint of brightness in it, coming from the industry nearby. Some clouds were floating about. I picked up my mobile to do something while I was awake. I was playing with its buttons. Pressing this, pressing that, absentmindedly. Suddenly the message screen was in front of me. I stared at it. And started typing random alphabets. And then four lines just came to my mind. (As they say at Rippley's, "Unbelievable? Believe it!") I typed them out on my cellphone. Read them for one time. I thought," Have i really done this?" Anyways, it seemed that I was kept awake for this little bit of literary moment by that omnipotent, benevolent being, cause in few moments a was playing a symphony with my snoring roommate.
After that I started nurturing that little seed planted in my mobile. Over the time I completed the poem. I was not helped by my professors as they soon started with their favorite past-time, class-tests. They were followed by our semester exams. But during the long summer vacations I finally completed my first literary work.
Now i will show you the final draft of my first poem, hoping that I will be able to do so again. Please give me encouragement, if you like it or feel that I will be able to do better next time. (You must notice i have not considered the possibility of you not liking the poem. This is not out of falsely positioned pride about myself, but a mere hope that i in that case I will be able to do better next time.)

Night is dark, the stars are mild, 

the moon is behind the clouds, hiding its broken might.

O you beauty, why are you awake tonight?

Spare the poor moon, having abashed the sun in bright.

Setting sun was red-faced, 

blushing away from your beauty,

the talking mirror has no option, 

you are prettiest among the pretty.

With blinding glow of your face, 

dark beauty of your hair,

you look more beautiful than the sun 

shining through monsoon clouds.

Stars shine in your eyes, 

twinkling with happiness,

for now they are 

a part of the prettiest princess.

Princess of my heart, 

I stand stunned here,

for such a beauty, such a grace, 

I have never seen anywhere.

Joy fills my heart, 

whenever I see thee,

every sound is muted, 

and sight’s blanked, but you.

What more can I say, 

you yourselves know it all,

one look, and smile are your weapons, 

look, here again I fall.

Count is lost, 

so many times I have fell,

the pain of cupid’s arrow, 

the pierced one only knows well.

The pain is strange and unique, 

take my word for it,

welcomed and at times longed for, 

truly, for I have also been hit.

I’m living through this pain, 

each day, every night,

and there is only one cure, 

that will end my plight.

You are my only hope; 

you are my only chance,

of returning from this hell, 

back to the virtues and away from the vice.

The heaven is where you are, 

heaven is where you smile,

making my desert-life fertile, 

like Egypt with great river Nile!

Thank You.