2:30 in the morning, the clock buzzed, I woke up, squinting my eyes took a stroll, within the confines of my room that was illuminated by moon light, shimmering through thewindow. The tree from the window was clearly visible, it seemed like nature has woven every little piece so imapaccably to perfection, that I could feel it within myself the God's work of art, the every little detail to perfection that forms the very basic of nature.

 Beautiful night, bringing the reminiscence that were unbearable to my feeble heart. Tonight was different something was in the air, something unaffable to beexpressed. But I could feel it.

 Entangled, within the serene of my room, that was bringing those little joys of life, I was assuring myself, to enjoy every moment, of it, the moment that deep with in brought life in me.

 The night was intoxicating enough to bring, the reminiscence of love, Ah the zeitgiests of love,  It was that feeling perhaps, that made that never ending night so pensively provocative.

 Someone ought to dance, and dance like there is no tomorrow, someone with somebody special were to live upto the night  nevertheless tonight was special, alas without someone special. And so it was within nature's fluorescence, I spent my night imparting my scene off to pad, living upto my emotions, but not upto the enigmatic night.

~Fred (Faraz Nizamani)