|A nautical dusk|
|Cumlus clouds at Bay|
With the cessation of howling and whistling as the night comes, I could comfortably sit on my study table and recapitulate the lessons that I have learnt during the day, take out my pen and scribble what ever comes into my mind on a sheet of paper, only to discover latter that I have written a POEM. I learn by the mistakes I have committed during the day, promise myself not to repeat the same in the future.
Finally when its time to go to bed, I utter few words to almighty, to free all sentient beings from the ocean of suffering. Beneath the warmth of blankets then I close my eye, wishing that I could open it again in the morning the next day when dawn cracks, finally entering into the dream of bountifulness, which I will have to fulfill in reality.
Simply nights are the most peaceful part of the day for me.
|The Twinkling stars of the night.|
My poem on Night posted on WAB. HERE.
Photo courtesy: google.