The darkness pats me to sleep
The silence sings lullabies
The breeze blows a chill as
It moves my cradle and flees
But I, the Child of Thoughts
Run down the pitch black night
Into the mighty world
Behind my closed eyes
Of sudden flood of things
That gallop in my head
I open up-to real
Still laying in my bed
Then I look out of window
At the only source of light
In the sky like a picturesque painting
It hung deep in my sight
I wished, to touch it
Feel it with my mind
I longed, to behold it
For the rest of my life
The stars gave away
Their glitter in its shimmer
Those twinkles that I could spot
Broke themselves in a nightmare
Thus unreachable, intangible
I faced towards reality
And went to sleep again
To live my dreams apparently
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