Falling night behind a vanishing door. Four suffocating walls. A misty smoke traces torn images of my scrawny shadow on the damp walls. On the floor of my mind, dusky colours, fostering desire for rebirth. On the dry canvas -- blank -- stars shed no light. In the port of pale doubts and insecurity, along with the serene lucid moonglade, the enchanting feel of nature's riddles wades in. It, as I walk through the streets, scatters on the roofs and vanishes into the earth's deep in search of truth. Closed doors. The lonely vedettes, guarding peace of night for humans, it seems here too are the walls. Shadows of the rain lie so vast like the sea, and cast a fading question mark on the sky. Wet sand. The night, the breeze swept over, surges into me. 'Did not you see ? I have become a man' She laughes. Her laughter, like sweet memory of a sleazy grey cloud, pours down and drips through me. I cannot see; The night... The night had dawned.