Diya Alwani

The night carries, all those scars, left by the day, all those wounds, not yet healed, all those retained whispers, filled with joy, all those favours,  that gave a chance, all those regrets, of the missed chances, all those sacrifices, done for good, all those stars, that change their way, and all those hopes, for a new day...

The rose in my pretty garden, seems to be smiling and being nurtured with all the positivity around it. I didn't knew that it may grab my heart someday, in that dark night, under the moonlighting and those scattered stars. That perfect glaze of the white light on those red petals seems to attract every eye around my garden. Oh dear! it catches me through its scent and through its adorable beauty. The bud in its core seems to hug the petals with all its heart and all its love, as though it will retain the bond forever and ever. My darling flower, catches my heart with that peaceful liberty of its terminating petal. Look at it, so free and away from the tyranny. My dear, I heard it's voice, so pleasing, so soothing. Telling me to come closure and give it a refreshing touch. That firefly giving it a glow, the glow to reflect love and be full of sentience. The rose seems to blush as it knows, it is the only beautiful lady of my little garden and is standing still at its place, show

 In the night  full of delight, The moon is like a flower and the stars that always empower. The night's shine Enhancing the pine. The stars are shining with all their might, In the darkness spread left and right. Quite my streets  As well my town, And my music That makes me drown. The colorless world with beautiful insight, There lies an emerald Shining overnight. Now it's time to turn off the lights, And to say a sweet good night. The following poem written by me is also published in the anthology " SIDRA " compiled by Ayushi Anand Shah under Dream World publications. (Tap on the above word SIDRA to get a hardcopy of the book)