THE ENCHANTING DARK HOUR.A Poem by Passionate_yatishMAGICAL WORDS DURING INSOMNIA.THIS DARK NIGHT PLAYS WITH MY PEACE INSIDE, AS THE HOPE OF SUN SET ABLAZE TREMBLES WITH EACH LIGHTNING OUTSIDE. THE DULLNESS EXCITES PESSIMISM TO TAKE CHARGE OVER THE TRAVELLING TIME, AND COVER ALL MY OPTIMISTIC BELIEVES UNDER THE SHADOW OF SHOWERS WASHING AWAY MY DEEDS LINE BY LINE. IT HAS BEEN A DUAL NATURE OF THIS DARK HOUR. SOMETIMES IT IS CALM APPEALING ME TO LAY IN THE ARMS OF SLUMBER WHERE I DREAM TO DECORATE MY EXISTENCE INTO A PASSIONATE LIFE,THAT'S BEAUTIFUL. WHEREAS THE STORM OUTDOOR SNATCHES THE PEACE OF MY PURE SOUL HELPING ITS WAY TO DOMINATE MY COMFORT TIMING,THAT'S DREADFUL. I SIT UP LATE TO PEN-DOWN ALL MY ASSUMPTION ENCLOSED IN EACH LINE I FRAME, AND TO CAPTURE ALL THE ENCHANTING MOMENTS AS CLOCK DRAGS TIME,IT HAPPENS ALL AS A GAME. THE BREEZE FILLS MY LUNGS WITH THE ESSENCE OF NATURE, AND A WISP OF WIND PUSHES MY MIND-SET TO BE MUCH MATURE. THE SHOWER DRENCHES ALL MY MEMORIES OF YORE YEARS, AS I HIDE MY LIFE WITHOUT MY LOVE IN MY TEARS.
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3 Reviews Added on April 15, 2014 Last Updated on April 15, 2014 AuthorPassionate_yatishmuzaffarnagar, uttar pradesh, IndiaAboutADD :https://www.facebook.com/yates271110 more..Writing
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