By Radhika Nair
The translucent moonlight settles on my room's
ceiling, bugging me to take notice.
As the day has been long gone and the sun dipping
far below, questions my current motive.
The drizzlig rain shells another beauty of the
delirious dark, making it hard to let go of tonight.
The primary ignition of captivating the goddess of
sleep rebooting your system must be set right.
Roundabout the edge of midnight, the brazen
melancholia in me has arisen.
Sobbig about facing the deceitful tomorrow makes
me invite an uncalled liaison.
The ticking clock leaves behind my second of calm,
forbidding me to resurrect my numbness.
The bedspread longing for me crawl on it, makes me
drift away to the utter wildness.
Can't the time slow down its haste to finish the night
as my limbs act quite unheeded?
The lusty want of a tired body and soul wishing to
sleep till the afterlife is much needed.
And when the night slowly comes to a standstill, it
brims my brain and the vibes turn blue.
The thought of encountering the rush hours of the
day makes me picture my work station's view.
The curtains caress my window blinds shutting the
ugly world outside, draping it so humbly.
I dread the moment it will unwittingly welcome the
sunshine, yearning me to get up so numbly.