The starlight night...
When sometimes days cross their boundary to dissolve us in their veins, like dreams dissolve in vapoury mystic darkest hours of moonless enchanting nights...
If nights don't make you wonder and stay long to experience the dreamy silence of starlight nights, this isn't your page to read. As a moonless night rises, as you feel the breeze on your hand, shivering but gentle, we wonder! We stand there, not knowing, mesmerised in a dream...
it is the silent soulful song without music. It is milky silence, the warmth of love, pure bliss on our body as we stand blessed on our rooftops. somehow even our rooftops dissolve in darkness and only the stary windy silence that is just like the vast expanse of the moor...
To talk would be a sin... it is a potent silence filled with so many cooing stories. Stars are somehow closer to earth today...
What can we say, when we somehow see the magical, rugged valley of yellow green breeze, assuring, warming us? The very presence of nature like soft cotton on the wound. healing, breathing, warming us on colder evenings. so soothing is the waist-high grass that is smiling! And as the sun took a deep red plunge, the grass suddenly disappearing in the red sky...
It is about the scenic beauty, the rattle of the jungle, the rain pouring through leaves, that's what got me. The valley where I was alone in friends, the distance so strong like a physical pain...
Ours isn't the relation of love. It was of mountain and sea, both are vast, both see each other. Both are where they are, happy to stay and enjoy the distance. Graced was I to stay true on my course, For I could have never found the true love, had I given in to apparent closeness of jungle. It wasn't' my place, it was just a place to be, to know its existence and to love it for what it is- a magical expanse of Universe.
It is the jungle which strangely got me looking for my home in the city. For as I loved jungle, I love my home of warmth and care, my City bustling with people, my city rising with the humdrum of myriads of the symphony of sound. It is the pink warmth, taking shape in morning, bringing the indispensable tea on the roads, cycles and others paving ways for busy mornings. The breeze once again turning colder, and mountains alive with cooing, that tells me, I travelled a complete circle and morning is spreading the magic in the soft amber glow of the sky, slowly hugging the night.
If you stay awake long enough, you see the dreams dissolving in a day, and as you wake up, it keeps smiling at you throughout the daily hustle, just like a naughty kid.
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