Thanks Geetanjali for the tag...
Well for me every night is new to me each day. I have my own set of things which i love doing in night. Its the most peaceful time of 24 hours. Being a dark soul and a writer, i have no qualms in whatsoever in admitting that i am a 3 am person. Its difficult to point out one thing which is favourite about night. The night is for passion. It’s for fanaticism, romance and trouble. I belong to the night and night loves me back with equal fervour. It’s for wild hearts and unconcerned minds.It’s when the lonely seek comfort. As the saying goes "All true animals always comes out at night."
Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light.
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.
- From "The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil)" by Sarah Williams
Lying underneath an open sky was one of my favorite leisure activity during my childhood days (er... nights!). It was rejuvenating. I used to think a lot during late night hours just staring at the sky. A meteorite here, a satellite there. A few planets from out Solar System. And a steady stream of stars - floating ever so gently to the west. All part of a cosmic dance. Swaying, slowly. Yet, as a student of science, now I know they are anything but slow.
Have you met 3am? Have you heard the songs it sings and the nightmare it brings, when all you hear is death and stillness? Can you see the ghosts flying in the air? You look outside the window, and it's your past that you stare. There's a thunderstorm, blazing your mind, as you roam in the darkness to escape the grind. Have you felt the horrors of your existence, the past knocking on your window? You must applaud its persistence. And there's nothing to that moment that will hold you tight. And you realise that nothing in your life is either wrong or right. You realise that your life is nothing but a path of barren solitudeness. You realise that you've lost yourself in the sands of time, at this mirage of life, at the stillness of the night.
The silence where even a drop of needle can be heard. The refreshing chill and the absence of morning heat. The delight of city lights, the poetic thought chains, the fact that day is over and all bustles that come with it, the solitude, the sound of crickets, beats of music they produce, the twinkling stars, the racing thoughts during 3am, i bet none can beat that.
Starlit skies adorned with the coyly beaming moon, silver sheen of night is just mesmerising. Well frankly i do not understand mornings. I do not understand waking up early. I am procrastinator by birth. My mind starts functioning only after midnight. There is something magical about the night, something that makes me feel I am, after all a human. It convinces me that I am equally worthy of forgiveness for my past. It reassures me that I have hope for myself tomorrow. The possibilities, are endless. Tomorrow is yet, away.
A man does not lie at 3 am.
I learn to make peace with myself. The stars engulf me with a sense of wonder. All my loved ones are blissfully asleep. My foes have laid down their weapons and retired too. Everything is at a standstill, except for the rotating planet, twinkling stars and my thoughts. Yes my thoughts and they are so true and make me retrospect. My thoughts swim through the skies as a vagabond searching for validation. Oh, how weird and precious they can be. This is the hour when every song seems to be sung in my honor. This is the hour when I unfurl and become myself. This is the hour for reminiscence. This is the hour for stolen kisses and frantic reassurances in unlit corridors. This is the hour for dangerous texts, to dangerous souls and waiting for replies that never reach deep enough to heal us.
Well for me every night is new to me each day. I have my own set of things which i love doing in night. Its the most peaceful time of 24 hours. Being a dark soul and a writer, i have no qualms in whatsoever in admitting that i am a 3 am person. Its difficult to point out one thing which is favourite about night. The night is for passion. It’s for fanaticism, romance and trouble. I belong to the night and night loves me back with equal fervour. It’s for wild hearts and unconcerned minds.It’s when the lonely seek comfort. As the saying goes "All true animals always comes out at night."
Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light.
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.
- From "The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil)" by Sarah Williams
Lying underneath an open sky was one of my favorite leisure activity during my childhood days (er... nights!). It was rejuvenating. I used to think a lot during late night hours just staring at the sky. A meteorite here, a satellite there. A few planets from out Solar System. And a steady stream of stars - floating ever so gently to the west. All part of a cosmic dance. Swaying, slowly. Yet, as a student of science, now I know they are anything but slow.
Have you met 3am? Have you heard the songs it sings and the nightmare it brings, when all you hear is death and stillness? Can you see the ghosts flying in the air? You look outside the window, and it's your past that you stare. There's a thunderstorm, blazing your mind, as you roam in the darkness to escape the grind. Have you felt the horrors of your existence, the past knocking on your window? You must applaud its persistence. And there's nothing to that moment that will hold you tight. And you realise that nothing in your life is either wrong or right. You realise that your life is nothing but a path of barren solitudeness. You realise that you've lost yourself in the sands of time, at this mirage of life, at the stillness of the night.
The silence where even a drop of needle can be heard. The refreshing chill and the absence of morning heat. The delight of city lights, the poetic thought chains, the fact that day is over and all bustles that come with it, the solitude, the sound of crickets, beats of music they produce, the twinkling stars, the racing thoughts during 3am, i bet none can beat that.
Starlit skies adorned with the coyly beaming moon, silver sheen of night is just mesmerising. Well frankly i do not understand mornings. I do not understand waking up early. I am procrastinator by birth. My mind starts functioning only after midnight. There is something magical about the night, something that makes me feel I am, after all a human. It convinces me that I am equally worthy of forgiveness for my past. It reassures me that I have hope for myself tomorrow. The possibilities, are endless. Tomorrow is yet, away.
A man does not lie at 3 am.
I learn to make peace with myself. The stars engulf me with a sense of wonder. All my loved ones are blissfully asleep. My foes have laid down their weapons and retired too. Everything is at a standstill, except for the rotating planet, twinkling stars and my thoughts. Yes my thoughts and they are so true and make me retrospect. My thoughts swim through the skies as a vagabond searching for validation. Oh, how weird and precious they can be. This is the hour when every song seems to be sung in my honor. This is the hour when I unfurl and become myself. This is the hour for reminiscence. This is the hour for stolen kisses and frantic reassurances in unlit corridors. This is the hour for dangerous texts, to dangerous souls and waiting for replies that never reach deep enough to heal us.
The night, in its envelope of darkness eludes me. It makes me question my existence, and then answer it too....
Always remember... Quintessential art takes birth only in the loneliness,isolated surrounding...!!! (words of experience... :D)
your mind goes on in harmony with your HEARTBEATS...!!! <3
you can feel your each Breath...!!!
Night provides you another to get ahead of world...
when you look back, you never remember the nights you had plenty of sleep... !!!
and the last one...
and the aurora of optimism comes only after the gloomy night... :)
your mind goes on in harmony with your HEARTBEATS...!!! <3
you can feel your each Breath...!!!
Night provides you another to get ahead of world...
when you look back, you never remember the nights you had plenty of sleep... !!!
and the last one...
and the aurora of optimism comes only after the gloomy night... :)
