Every day it feels like a new start and the dawn of sun kisses the night blissfully to give us a sweet goodnight kiss and takes us to the fairyland of dreams. I accustomed to get exhilarated with the newness of the day.however during night is bit uncomfortable if I am alone.
whilst Night yawns in weariness,
i am rooted to the spot
i dont get a wink of slumber
inder the yoke of dreadful dismay,
my vulnerable and febrile heart quakes with tremendous anxiety
The scent of life is living all around me,
to feel so fresh, so cool and really free,
alive in harmony with the innocence of Springtime
yet i feel a brusque lump in my burning throat
and become drained of colour
the feeling of guiltiness haunts me drastically to the huge extent that it makes me feel sheepish sluggish as if so sank its claws brutaly into my arms