The dark has its own beauty,
The lights that sneak out,
like mice from the burrows.
The stars that glow,
in the dark and sleepy skies.
The resting grass and the resting men,
everything at peace and asleep,
except those eyes that saw this creation grow.
The cold night creeps up and the air is eerie and weird-yet peaceful.
Everything is asleep only to wake up in a new realm of their sleep…
A realm of dreams,
A realm of unreality,
A realm as enticing as ever,
A realm as wishful as the craving for the stars and skies…
- By Nirali Nanavati