Friday, 18 September 2015

In the oyster of night.


In the oyster of night
lay pearls of hopes and dreams;
they twinkle they shine they look divine
and I gaze at them with open eyes;
Yet it's not the shine that catches my eyes
it's also not the shell that lures my attention
it's rather the darkness of night
the kohl of skies
that gets me stumbled and stupefied;
How wonderful it'd be to get lost
in the arms of such night?
What fun it'd be to wander
from one to another star-light?
I wonder as I surrender;
So what are you waiting for?
come let's go!
let's weave a magic show
let's dive into its intensity
and prosper under its beating glow.

                                                                                - Priyanka Baranwal


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