Would you prefer the cradle of dreams or like to sway freely in the one made of winds

Pick night over an eager dawn; peeping through your window like a child who wishes to play

If the night’s tranquility is pulled over the eyes and there is complete surrender of a reclining soul

Words don’t gather enough courage to whisper the morning mantra

Arrested by the night ivy controlled by the magic spells of some powerful enchantress

In the meantime, the colours of dawn disperse languidly to fill the void of skies

In this solitariness, there are fewer chances of flying away eagerly from this nest

Choosing laziness and secrecy from the world, while allowing the dreams to continue


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