Not the darkness, Don't keep complimenting them. They earned more than they deserve. (In Caption) //The other side - Morning Mornings have become too eccentric to perceive. With silent throbs of heart that make hairs stand erect all the time, with chunters, clinging to the open windows and with the seconds hand rushing fast; sunups are stiff. No wonder recluses flash away from mornings. The aftereffect of the anticipation rooted, is terribly unbearable. The anxiety, dreadful anxiety overpowers other emotions, so easily. Developing qualms about abilities has become run-of-the-mill. Destructing the morning hours can crush the whole day. In a jiffy, the essence of 24 hours can be poisoned. It's dangerous. The dawn, the time that continues; they're dangerous. They seem to caress with vibrant rays or even with chill blows, sometimes; but they do falsify. Sudden jerks out of fear, sticks to the walls. Dropping a paper ball can drop panic. Mornings are exactly like this, filled with fear, nervousness, guilt and a tad of doubt. Heavy downpour can make the place hot and bright sun can spread chilliness. It is the tricky game of morning. Cursed mornings! Poor they are! They can't be blamed; for nights offer more comfort than they do. The stars and the moon allay fear, just as soon as they appear. Nights are the best for finding solitude. Definitely, not the darkness; don't keep complimenting them. They earned more than they deserve. It's the rapture that remains camouflaged. Frisky mind and soulful heart. Nights are quite loveable. Mornings are envious, but still streer everything. Ruffling thoughts, just like ruffling carrom coins, are done during days actually; but nights are blamed. Seeking for reasons; still seeking for reasons! Why are these mornings unduly eerie? Maybe, they are designed like this. Or just altered! On some days, evenings hit soon, fortunately. Getting drifted away by panic, this needs a cut. And, nightfall offers that. Night's murky wind, houses solution. Make them out. They are kind enough, a saviour.
