Overview

The beautiful of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and
apart;the sudden joys that out of darkness start.The tide rises,the tide
falls.The twilight darkens,the curlew calls.

It’s around 2:00 am,

there is a ceaseless silence around, 

the street that used to be so noisy entire day is sleeping,

those restless children who used to play and run around the street are no more awaken,

those stray dogs that use to roam around the streets for finding out their edibles maybe somewhere sleeping hungry.

The sky is covered with clouds the moon seems to be playing hide and seek with these dark clouds around,

there is accruing darkness around but somewhere in between those dark shades,

there is a spare moonbeam that is deposing that accruing darkness.

Feels like the only awaken creatures witnessing this aesthetic pleasing silence,

I can feel the little movements of those sparkling stars,

I can feel their voyage through interspace,

each sparkle is enhancing my curiosity towards space Paradoxes and theories, but...

somewhere I am way too far away from that line where I can legit think about those.

I can view a very distant Banyan tree from my imperfectly colored wooden window which is a home to those reckless birds whose been flying and chirping around the pasture without being fatigued, but now all those chirps have somewhere been engulfed by this silence...!!

Slow gust of breeze from the sea,

 drifting those leaves,

making a very pleasant soothing sound that seems to be music trying to escape out of that engulfed silence...

The moonbeam insinuating to burst out of that cloud and eradicate the colorless darkness.

Everything seems freeze waiting for that one beam of light to start up their revival.

That one warm ray can arouse those plants to prepare for their living, that one warm ray can arouse those small selfless faces, that one warm ray can arouse those hungry stray dogs so that they can get their edibles and wont sleep another hungry night, that one ray can exterminate this beautiful yet lone silence. Waiting for that one warm ray....

Take me to the Middle east...

WRITER: KEVINS'POETRY