Walking In The Starlight Alone

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As I walked on the grass,
the soft blades gently stroked my sole.
The stars were gleaming,
And the moon was bestowing me; with its brilliant luminosity.
I walked, and then I laid still under the hazy sky.
I could feel the softness of the grass beneath,
and the starry sky above.
Some of my friends adored the beauty of nature with me.
But with each passing moment, they disappeared.
And it was me who was left alone.

In the tranquil silence, I laid still and drew various shapes out of stars.
Realizing the fact that no one was ever mine and no one shall ever be.
Neither am I existent nor is anyone else.
I’m here today and will be somewhere else in my dreams.
How can I tell which dream is true?
This illusion has trapped us well.

Suddenly, my eyes spotted a bush of bougainvillea,
The pinkish flowers and the grace of moonlight together complimented each other.
The slightly bent and twisted branches gave refuge to a thousand insects.
I touched the soft petals and my fingers got entangled in a spider web, which I feared the most.
But then, I realized how I had demolished the flawless home of a creature,
Its efforts and patience went in vain.
It crawled away with fear of being hurt,
explaining to me that our lives are transitory and frail,
and we have filled it with possessions that are even more delicate.

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