A Midnight Dream

When your eyes are heavy

Breathes both warm and cold

Your body struggling to find the right chords

Oscillating

Fidgeting

Abandoning

Your thoughts, Motions

Intertwined between sleep

And waking up with a gasp

You look at the empty walls pointlessly

You look at your hand and feet

Apprehending

Comprehending

What have you become…!

 

I want to vent out all my confusions, my doubts

My agony and arrive at something true

Whose existence is not challenged by

Mere hiccups of daily life

Through turbulence tested

And established deep to my core.

It will not be an easy journey

And what would become of me

Could be perhaps charred black burnt in the sun

Could be like a fallen leaf withered and lifeless

Could be as bright as a beam of moonlight

Raining silver over the tranquil meadow,

Lush green, mystical which

I could see with my eyes closed.

 

As the clock strike midnight

The eyes awaiting under the moonlit sky

Enclosing the silver in the seeking gaze

Raked and gently held by a feeble voice, a distant calling

Began to see imagery on the empty canopy

Of words, you want to read

Of dreams, you want to live…