Cruel Night

The wordless moments hold on,

Strange times in the gaseous structure

the indistinct time, hidden behind utters,

‘Begone, in the deep forest.’

Speechless me, without motions

searching for the pure joy

And, Gaya’s soft scent comes closer

but then lost in vein, in hide-and-seek tales

and as I search myself in my own-self, more profound pain shouts within

and the cruel night’s bitter touch

pushes the fairy tale of light and darkness.

I come back to reality, once stricken hard by the cruel night

one step, two steps, forward marching to present

Reality laughs

‘Begone, in your imagination.’

And, I get confused

whether there is light or darkness in front.

In a concrete jungle, brick-and-timber covered city

Sleepy dreams wake up,

by the fierce kick of reality.

(Initially published in Medium)