The sky is still studded by the shining beautiful stars and the night has not yet dawned.
The wind still feels little cold as it kisses the skin and the river looks like silver stream.
The sand is still cool with dewdrops touching it and in these moments stillness prevails.
With soft sounds of birds and crickets the stillness simply deepens more.
Still at times a kind of anguish and sadness overtakes me.
Knowing this anguish comes in moments when I find hard to face my own self.
As I look at myself I still am puzzled and still looking for pieces of puzzles outside, knowing pieces are to be only found inside.