written by: Paurvi Bhansali
I creep to the terrace in my blankety hood,
Up alone unlike other nights
Forgotten worries, done with all fights.
The minty scent and moon lace caress my hair, while the undergrowth curls around a limitless snare
Wide awake, as the moon shines bright, hands wrapped ‘round knees, viewing the picturesque sight.
Joining the stars with my fingertips, I make out shapes they generally miss.
And as they sleep the nights through, who knows, someone yearns for such an avenue?
Who plays with stardust and brings reminiscence,
Flowing thoughts counted in labyrinths and abyss…
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