Woke up at midnight,
Sleep was not on its way,
Having realized that,
Left the bed far away...

Walking straight through the corridor,
Went up the terrace.
Opening the door, creaking sound echoed loud,
Consequence of the rusty ferrous.

In the dark but pleasant silence of the night,
Halted the brain's and the heart's fight
One of the rarest situation of my life,
When no thoughts were crossing my mind.

Stars kept dragging me towards them,
As if I was hypnotized.
Sat up on the table, wrapped my arms around knees,
Began to analyze...

How pure the stars are!
No politics, no dirt,
Just keep twinkling in the sky,
Giving such a feast to our eyes.

It's not the light,
It's their purity that makes them bright.
Having showed direction to the ones lost in the ancient times,
And still showing us how to fight the dark night.

Everyday the traffic noise irritates me,
The silence of this night is so pleasing.
It's cold still I can feel the warmth of love,
I have never had such a feeling!

It seemed as if the moon was telling me a love story,
One of the purest stories that it has witnessed.
He reflected some light on me,
It penetrated deep and relieved my stress.

Now, when the sleep gave me a tight hug,
I thanked him for the delay.
For I could not have experienced such beauty, purity and love,
That the moon, stars and the NIGHT eternally spray 😀✨🌛🌌🌃.

© Yukta Rane