The Night Time !!


Another one of my older stuff, trying to explore the night time, when all of us are sleeping, getting over what happened during the course of day and hoping for an even better tomorrow. Some making promises to themselves that tomorrow would be different, others thanking God for the day they had, slowly creeping into the wonderland of dreams. Some of us are waiting for sleep and others struggle to keep awake. Some listen to the eerie silence of the night and others are trying to differentiate the call of night birds against the backdrop of traffic. 

But what about the night, it stays awake slithering between empty spaces, hiding from light. Night is wonderful, with it's promises of sleep it mitigates our pain; and with it's promises of morning it gives us hope. Night brings along darkness, which hides away the stark reality and lets us dream. 

Maybe that is why most of the impractical but wonderful suggestions are made at night time. Reality and practicality seem as distant as sunrise and the darkness gives us leeway to imagine anything. 

But what about the night, the smiling, silent warrior fighting for us and our dreams before gallantly giving way to the day?? 

Moon light flirting with the night !!!!

Dreams of the night are still,
Is it compulsion or is it will?

Creating dreams for one and all,
The dark knight took its fall.

Gallant warrior feeding us with sleep,
Waiting for the sun to creep.

Floating between rivers and tree,
Setting us and our dreams free.

The brave heart knew it would perish,
Still each moment it chose to cherish.

The call of birds would break it down,
And in the sea of light, the night would drown.

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  1. NiharikaDecember 6, 2012 at 8:04 PM

    I always think about myself.. how I feel or what I go through in this journey of each night!

    I never thought of being grateful to it for letting me dream- contradicting reality, hoping for a bright morning.

    After reading your post. I'm sure I will be much grateful 'when the dark knight takes its fall'! :)

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    1. Abhas SrivastavaDecember 6, 2012 at 11:16 PM

      Thanks for the comment :) well yeah we do take the night for granted don't we....but what would our days value without nights...i think the best way to end a day and embrace a night is being being grateful for all that we have...Gratitude..and goodnight :)

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  2. NiharikaDecember 7, 2012 at 12:14 AM

    I agree.. Thanks for this wonderful piece of writing.
    Goodnight :)

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