As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a palette of dusky hues across the sky, I settled into the quietude of the night. Throughout the day, I had observed the city awaken with the first blush of dawn, bustling streets filled with hurried footsteps and whispered conversations. Noon brought a vibrant cacophony of life: children's laughter in parks, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifting from cafes. By dusk, shadows lengthened, casting a serene veil over the world. Now, under the stars, I reflected on the day's symphony of sights and sounds, finding solace in the gentle embrace of the night. Under the velvet blanket of night, I lay on the soft grass, tracing constellations with my heart. Each twinkling star told a story—of distant galaxies and ancient myths—while my thoughts danced among them. The brightest stars were like beacons, guiding my hopes and dreams through the vast expanse of the universe. With every heartbeat, I felt a connection, as if the cosmos whispered secrets only the night could reveal. In those quiet moments, beneath a canopy of shimmering diamonds, I realized that the stars were not just distant lights but reflections of the infinite possibilities within me. ©twisha ray

twisha ray

तू ठहर तो जरा इश्क की तरह l मैं भी बरस जाऊँगी बादल की तरह l और गर तू नहीं भीगा, अबकी सावन l तो रंग जाना, अगले फाल्गुन l तुझे पता चल जाएगा जीने के सलीके का l अभी तो कोई मतलब नहीं बनता निराश होने का l अभी तो तू खिल रहा है कमल की तरह और मैं हूँ तेरे चारो ओर पानी की तरह l ©Roshani Thakur

Roshani Thakur

बो रात भी न क्या रात हुआ करती थी जब अाधीरात को एक एक बजे हमारी बात हुआ करती थी ©Soniya prajapati

writer~Soniyaprajapati