I travel at night,
Full moon and a clear sky sight,
Millions of stars and violent breeze,
Sweet smell that makes violence seize
Sometimes by walk
Sometimes on wheels
Eyes closed and head out of the window,
I let loose my hair and listen to every song of the breeze
I choose to travel at night,
alone and quite
I get to hear no gossips,
no voices tell money and status toss ups,
no people who abandon me in crises,
no one who gets irritated to my craziness,
I am in my own vacuum,
there is no one in my Hume
I have the world with me,
all the stars with me,
Stars, sometimes parallel to me,
sometimes above me, sometimes behind me,
playing hide and seek with the clouds as their walls.
But, the moon is always with me
It always follows me,
whenever I see the moon it never fails to stare at me.
“Why does it love me so much?” , I chuckle and move,
The breeze rhymes with my rhythm,
every blaze of breeze welcomes my awesomeness
I have all the trees around me as my audience,
staring at me with amusement for my craziness,
dancing to my tune of madness,
the waters drums with the reflection of the moon.
The birds sleep with the hope of a morning song,
taking the melody from the nights.
The high mountains stare at the world in the morning.
But at night it chuckles to the tickles of my feet.
I light the fire to warmth myself and get tuned to its glow,
and then, the wind stops blowing fast to help me keep warn.
For every smile of mine
The moon, the stars, the trees, the waters, the mountains rejoice
I travel with nature
to discover the strength that nurture
to slay all the crisis,
to be an angle in every morning bliss
I travel at night
The world is asleep
And so do all the things that happen in the world
Everything sleeps in twilight,
nothing exists in the night.
There is only one thing,
The dream in everyone’s eyes to live a life of unshakable peace.
I travel at night
because I am fearless,
because noon is chaos,
evenings have bad echoes,
But, nights are always peaceful,
where I can meditate.
Even the violent storms and rains at night,
are a metaphoric sight.
At nights I don’t really sleep,
but I dream.
And in my dream everything is possible.
I hear nothing called impossible.
I am the Queen.
The world bows to me in reverence.
I flip my hair with a royal look,
and a stance to change the world.
I move forward with vigour.
And all the stories in my dreams
Spell happily ever after,
I stand at the cliff,
to see the sleeping world dreaming for a better tomorrow
And I move forward to make that dream come true…