Living the Dream even when awake

My nocturnal nights

The night never ends

Earth’s Resting Hymn Poem Log: 10:47 PM (IST), Humid night

Eye sockets bleed black, The eyeballs somewhere, lay inside the pupil and iris, so does he say, the night curb and pray, I search for grey hair atop the mighty fountain, Rain and kilt, The bag holes are seizing the surface, percolating the crevice, atop the shiny sun, the rhododendron crawl and burn, all nights are long, the ring ting tong, the gong rings by the bat’s call, The tiger brawl, crawl and unfurl the deer’s skin, the fishes lay with open fins, the fisherman look lusty before the day’s open, the sunlight Flighty height, the courage defies freight, Opening his women half and half, To wrap in her skin, it's his turf, no one’s land, the heist is all done, and the baggage ceased, and loots returns, to the very end of the spectrum, Life as you know is not shadow nor offside turn, It is churn, the Cock crow in glistening light, Morning welcomes sunlight’s glaring bright, Yet my night is still causing me plight, Shall I fight? For darkness can be illness, what if its shadows is just futile emptiness, like a vacuum open to possibilities of all abilities.

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