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My Night, My Love

Days traditionally have been very well documented. When to start, how to go about, best way to end - the possibilities are endless. One can fill volumes with the quotes and quips exciting us about the same.
For me however, night is way more fascinating. It is dark, deep, mysterious and , above all, mocking of us - much like our real self that comes out then.
It is the time when the illusions of ties and the distractions of the world fade into the background and jarring reality of the demons come out. Maybe that is what stops one from facing it. Night is the time when I find the "truly me" time. Proponents of the early morning might say the same. But somehow the tranquility in that time calms me down. For sometime it felt good. But as they say, there is one such thing as "too much of a good thing". Dawn was good when I had to do something creative but dusk and darkness are always good for me. It is when I have to face my issues, my problems and myself - the kind I don't like.

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  1. As the sun goes down and the light fades away
    I am all alone in this starry gaze
    shades of grey, emotions sway
    oh, the impending haze
    the moonlight hits me but inside its dark...

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    1. As along the sky it traces its path,
      the varying light brings shadows new,
      the child in me suffers its wrath
      as the hounding silence, in intensity, grew.....

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  2. The lonely night the silence covers
    left so bare and feel so pried
    howling calls from those unknown powers
    to where my angels and demons reside

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    1. Wondering which one shall raise its head,
      For in laugh and pain both are bred,
      know not which one is feared more,
      the powers I silently dread

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