Are you more of a night or morning person?
Night, a unique time that defies the conventional definition of a day, despite being part of it.
The time when even sun goes for a nap and leaves behind moon, as it’s sentry looking out with a wink.
The time when even a tick of the clock, can be loud enough to pace up my heart beat.
The only time when I hear the music of my beating heart.
Night is when the tranquility of my surroundings, transcend to my last cell.
The hush can be exhilarating or ominous basis the way my thoughts decide to spiral.
The crisp air suddenly becomes alive, vying for my attention, by either being there or by the vacuum it leaves behind.
The world is not fighting for my attention and neither am I for the worlds’.
After hours of being on stage, the time when I can cuddle in my own being.
The time when a book is my best companion, watering my parched soul.
The cherished minutes- hours, I can spend with myself and my musings, unhindered.
Night is when I can block out the world and be myself, trying to comprehend my being, away from the gazes.
I am undoubtedly a creature of night, forced to live in the world of day, treading tentatively, one day at a time and stealing away those nights, as often as the world permits.
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