Have you ever tried to listen to the song of the dark night?
Does it whisper something in your ears, bewitch you with its lullaby?
Does it unchain your deepest hidden feelings?
Does it fuel your desires- of longingness, of escaping away somewhere, anywhere?
Does it soothe you with its solitude?
In the night, when all the worldly attachments leave you on your own, do you try to gather your broken bits, dust them and glue them together, in order to brave again the whiplash of the world when the dawn breaks and the mortal combat begins??
Does the night empower you, grant you freedom to dream aloud, sans interference, sans the apprehension of getting caught by voyeristic eyes 'n getting embarrased?
Does its vastness humble you, makes you lose your ego, your mask, the colours that you've deliberately painted upon yourself 'coz it reflects nothing, merely absorbs!
When calmness settles, and the solitude 'n stillness engulf your surroundings, do you look for your bruised self buried in the mortal remains of the day, nurture it with solace?
In the night, does your belligerant poetic soul rebel to break free from the shackles of mundane being, struggling to contribute a verse or leave its signature in the vast cauldron of cosmic chaos?
Does it whisper something in your ears, bewitch you with its lullaby?
Does it unchain your deepest hidden feelings?
Does it fuel your desires- of longingness, of escaping away somewhere, anywhere?
Does it soothe you with its solitude?
In the night, when all the worldly attachments leave you on your own, do you try to gather your broken bits, dust them and glue them together, in order to brave again the whiplash of the world when the dawn breaks and the mortal combat begins??
Does the night empower you, grant you freedom to dream aloud, sans interference, sans the apprehension of getting caught by voyeristic eyes 'n getting embarrased?
Does its vastness humble you, makes you lose your ego, your mask, the colours that you've deliberately painted upon yourself 'coz it reflects nothing, merely absorbs!
When calmness settles, and the solitude 'n stillness engulf your surroundings, do you look for your bruised self buried in the mortal remains of the day, nurture it with solace?
In the night, does your belligerant poetic soul rebel to break free from the shackles of mundane being, struggling to contribute a verse or leave its signature in the vast cauldron of cosmic chaos?
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