Miracles in night

Tonight, look at the sky; don’t you think they are sparkling a little more than ever before? Tiny little twinkling bodies in skies have so much to say.

These stars are “witness” of every secret that night beholds in its darker shades. These stars are the witness of every tear a lover sheds in memory of her beloved. It beholds the wildest passion of lover’s desires.

The night is a wonderful time. With its secrets shrouded in the dark, giving even more allure to its mysteries, it has been often glorified by painters and poets alike. Millions of heartbeats, all rushing one beat closer to death every second, yet carrying on like it shall be forever.

People hawked and swallowed, children treated ice-creams, and the desires of daughters quashed, all under the twinkle of so many millions of saintly bodies, each hiding millions of their own truths.

So we dream under some of the same stars warriors and queens and kingmakers dream under; may be the same dreams. The night keeps them all safe ; brings them to life as twilight fall-sand snatches them away as she leaves every dawn and we, bereft  of those dreams, considering  them the luxury of the nighttime, move directionless, in search of those precious , half-conscious thoughts , dreams every day ,pretending to be diurnal , to find meaning in the mundane.

 

So what do you Feel tonight , Do share your thoughts with me ; email on thefatemas@gmail.com