Sit in the darkness,
There will be silent streets.
Sink into your heart,
Feel the magical wind.
While you close your eyes
And play a music in your mind,
Hear the raindrops received
And feel as it heals your within.
Did you ever know?
Dear damsel, it is true:
It's a night, too dark to blind
But it is the only place to reside.
When you were lost in the crowd
Looking for someone to take you
Back to your the house you forgot
But did you drop a tear?
So let the floor of the terrace
Be the ground to hold on tonight.
The darkness drizzles
Upon your hand soft and light.
You can weep, but you won't;
Are you being gentle
Or are you being a little strong?
I just hope you are doing well.
Do you see, damsel?
The dawn is breaking
So collect all the intuitions
Along some loathe filled memories.
When the first rays of the sun
Sifts through your soul,
The fresh and the golden brim
Will pleasantly blaze it all.
Then the birds go out.
The leaves glisten, bathed in rain.
There is golden in your eyes
There are diamonds around you.
So come along, let's not waste
Time is flying, thus another day
High above in the branches, they sing,
Let us sing along the birds today...
©himadri_chekanidhara
Sorry, guys it had been a long time since my last update.
It had been an idle time and a blank mind.
I hope you all might understand my predicament.
Tap on the star and make me shine.
I Love You all.
-Himadri Chekanidhara
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