The Night

Here I am on the top of a hill

the sky, the moon and the waters are still

they are talking to me in silence saying

awakened this time – to whom are you paying

It is night but I am not exactly sleeping

with open eyes, like I am dreaming

unable, unable, unable to sleep tonight

as candle burns itself but doesn’t need light

things are like they were never before

night is growing but I am awakening more

night is a vast time, now I have realised

exactly opposite to what dreams emphasised

memories and emotions – all I collected

things that have gone, and the things suspected

thoughts went long but the moon doesn’t say bye

instead the stars are offering their hi

and as if they are welcoming me to their cage

celebrating my arrest, now I wish to engage

what if I started counting the stars

will the morning never come or started the wars

between them and me, guess who would be the winner

they of course because god is a sinner

almighty the stars and me so pathetic

loads of differences but a similarity hectic

living, non-living both are senseless

in this darkness we both are helpless

how different is the world of night really

the things we usually see are here merely

regrets and responsibilities all are absent here

the day is strict but the night is quite fair

that is why probably night comes

to undo the injustice the night commands

some maybe working at this time too

the sleepers are losers because whenever I would do

I would miss this night, the stars and the moon

because I know it is going to end soon…




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