WHAT DO YOU CALL IT?

 

Lonely streets.

Empty lanes throughout the city.

Smoky, earthly scents.

Skies so navy and gray.

The moon raises,

As stars shimmer anticipatipatedly, elated to be yet again in her company.

Impenetrable mists

That came along with the damp, gloomy day.

Fresh, cold sheets.

No one nearby.

Unwanted missed calls.

A still, but warm ambience of safety.

A feeling of utter stillness,

Like a secret spot no one knows about, on an ordinary day.

Some embrace it like some treasured bliss;

Many end up drowning in a heart-wrenching agony...