Slip Away into the Night

Sometimes morning is not just about waking up
It’s an ordeal, it’s a nightmare.

Just like the one,  where you wake up and find yourself
In the middle of an ocean.
Fighting for each breath, you give out SOS, but its all in vain.

There is no savior, you are on your own
There is this voice that resonates in your head
But to let it out, you are too scared.

You don’t want to be called crazy,
There is already enough name tags you hold.

All you want to do is slip away in to the night.

You don’t understand, why do you have to get up.
Sun tries hard to pull you out of the bed
But you don’t want to get up when your brain is dead.

You stare outside the window for hours and hours
And see these people passing by:  some strangers some known.

You try to figure out, if they feel the same
Or this “dead-brain” is only your thing to claim.

And you sit with your knees touching your heart
Tucked in bed sheet, feeling invisible to time
You wait patiently, for each hour to pass.
And time mocks you on your face.
Take its sweet time, travels in its own pace.

WordS My wOrdS

Words my passion
yet offer so much restriction

On a blank white board
I can pen down stuff
but it feels like a scribble
or a graffiti for that matter

both beyond my prowess
to understand them

fail to sync the divine
the pure connection that exist
between the heart and these words

Sound is what I feel
words is what I fail

Beyond any discourse,
sometimes its just a moot point
I can't get it out of my head
them killing their source of origin
leaving me dead

Ironically, provide food
to my thought process

But it's the charm of identifying
understanding what these mean
why they reside inside me
and I nurture them like my baby

Offer me grip
on this very life

These are my emotions
range from extreme ends
asymptotic sometimes
sometimes straight as a horizon

They are mine and only mine
my heartbeat, the truth and lies
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