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'.