Midsummer Night’s Dream

Night is fluttering onto the window-pane,
You are the night and you are the pain.
the half-lit game. A shard of euphoria,
a share of faith, live to bear a hapless day !

A star, a mist, a share of hurt, live to blink
a path of gleam. A darkness, a mist, a throb
of dream, beat of heart, beat for a nymph.
Here is forest, there is a shrub, aroma of a
magic hanging in the air.

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I am interested in literature, music and philosophy. Actually i am bent on keeping myself updated on all sorts subjects so that I can put my fingers on the pulsating life.I like to talk with like-minded . life is too short and too long. I am now a writer-completed and working on several literary works and a fiction.
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Preeti
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The beauty and magic of the night air..so wonderfully expressed! Lovely

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