A black canvas and nature's painting on it

It's 3 in the morning and it's one of those nights again when my eyes refuse the overtures of sleep. I lie on my bed, naked. My room mate is away, which gives me a chance to be in the state i love the most to be in- nature's state. A scooter rattles by, breaking the silence of the night and a brilliant flash of light passes through my room. I get up, sit down and look out of my window. Yellow, green, white- on one big black canvas- how i wish i had a paintbrush in my hand and i knew how to paint! The white tube light glowing under the green plastic shade of the cycle stand is giving out a magnificent green fluorescence, reminding me of the tube lights wrapped with green and red foils, dotting the streets of my village whenever there used to be a marriage or thread-ceremony (janau or upanayan) and which always fascinated me.

The street bathes in yellow light cascading from the street lamp. The leaves of the tree branch enveloping the street lamp glows with shiny yellow, the tree enjoying the limelight. Some lights flickering on some houses punctured the all encompassing darkness, darkness which fills every void, every space that is visible in the day light. Darkness fuzzes the contours, dissolving everything into a big, continuous object. It smoothens the rough edges, making it easier on the eyes and the mind. And that's why you can think in darkness, you can reminisce things or try to forget about them, you can meditate, you can day-dream. Because, darkness with it brings silence, crassness around don't bother you anymore, your mind is uncluttered. There is coolness, lightness.

A faint light enters my room through the window, the shadow of the window grills falls on the opposite wall, with the shadow of the leaves dancing in the breeze. What a painting!

A guy is roaming at this hour on the street, talking on the phone with his love. And oh, did i tell you- love blossoms in dark?