The Silence Of My Stillness

Often, I have encountered 

In the midst of the night 

Being all around surrounded 

By an invisible might 

May be my fantasy

May be my imaginary 

But I do have a tendency 

To perceive a visionary 

Even within the confines 

Of my room 

Which definitely defines

The cause of my gloom

The night mare of fear 

The strange visualisation

Alone palpitating in absence of dear

Witnessing amalgamation 

Of dreadful experimentation 

With oddities of thought 

Which fear in me had wrought 

My sudden action

I tend to do within a fraction 

Hands I fold

Faith in God I hold

Narrate all such stories untold

To my granny who is too old

To make me consoled 

To pat me 

Back to sleep 

Without a weep

No scope to peep

Out from my quilt 

Even if I carry an inch of guilt 

Within the confines

Of my mindset with a bit of refines

I wish to express with defines