• Published : 24 Aug, 2015
  • Comments : 11
  • Rating : 4.86

Bulging eyes,

Due to many sleepless nights.

Carrying a number of dreams under the skies,

Asking the stars, address of the golden sunshine.

'Caravan of dreams' moved on in the dusk,

Many more sleepless nights I spent in search of the stardust.

How the withered leaves are swept away along with the gust,

My 'shrouded soul' is driven by my dreams and the guts.

Stars seemed to disappear and dusk gestured,

"This is the Dawn, let's meet up".

The first ray of sun drew my eyelids up,

Gave a lustre in my eyes where the darkness was filled up.

'Where you live and how you reached me?' Asked the golden light.

Dusk is our home, stars are our muse, we are the dreams,

'Denizen of the night'.

 

About the Author

Ashiya Ansari

Joined: 13 Aug, 2015 | Location: , India

Imagist Author Ashiya Ansari was born in 1994 and raised up in Sonipat city of Haryana. She shunned her study when she was 14 year old, in 9th standard. Quiet introversion and introspection in solitude gave her a flair for the words to pen down her s...

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