winter nights :D

Nights, as i call it "the best time to reflect upon ", has kinda always fascinated me. The wintry nights in particular.... The dark star studded sky fallin on us, the moon inviting us to come over and dine amongst the stars. The soothing cold wind giving us goosebumbs, a chill down our spine The silence of the night is so relieving, so enthralling yet so enigmatic. The other day i went to my balcony (dont call me insane to walk out in balcony barefooted ,actually had a fone call and signals werent proper in the room )while talking i started gazing the sky, as if asking something, searching something over there. The wide spread of the same made me feel so timid as if the vast expanse of knowledge is yet to be revealed. The inherent mysticism in the sky made me feel it's playing games with us and smiling at us almost sneeringly on our ignorance.As I told u before ,I was barefoot, the cold dew made my feet wet and it was just wow(though i am havin a bad cold... fever ,running nose n continuos coughing :() .However , the refreshing air i inhaled made me feel like i am emptying myself to something. Every breath was so refreshing and had so much to say. I almost involutarily closed my eyes, surrendering myself to it, allowed the soothing air to sashay me at its will as if i am a mere puppet. It is mysterious, captivating and inviting. We get answers for the questions we would never be able to frame. The sky stays there like always, so does the moon and the stars, still everyday there is a new story to be told, to be unfolded. Just like when we look at a piece of a painting. We come out with our own interpretation of the inherent meaning behind it, same with the night. there is wisdom in there, beyond our comprehension. It is always a novel feeling..

ahhh...that reminds me of a quote..",If a lover is like a moon. friends are like stars, have you ever noticed that night can look beautiful without moon but never without stars."
However somebody rightly contradicted, almost rhetorically and ironically,"but then even all stars taken together cannot shine as bright as a single moon.!?!"

Some people smitten by superstition harbours negative notions associated with nights, but i would rather glaringly contradict it and say "God gave us night we called it darkness"...

Okk so the whole point of this rather prosy introduction is that, my new found romance with wintery nights has tickled the dormant poet (a poet from nowhere and without rhyme and reason) in me once again..