Living things

Nyctophilia I'm sitting here all alone, and its half past one in the morning. The silence is all I can ask for, because it allows me to wander, back and forth. When the moon is high, and half the world slumbers, i am awake, doing things I wished in numbers. This seems infinite, and hidden are no ghosts, for its only the moon and sleep that the night hosts. Nighttime comes with a sense of leisure, You can do things without a fissure, in your schedule. Time seems to drag on, a magic the day cannot brag of. I take out a paper and fold it into a bird. And paint it blue, of which it is third. It joins the flock of paper birds i made earlier, swinging softly from the ceiling, my very own chandelier. My lips part wide to let out another yawn. My body needs sleep, cuz its made for the morn’ When the world thrives in sweet lies and harsh truths, When men seldom sow but dream of fruits. I dont fit in there, Its not my thing. I’d like to fly, stre...

Indecision I can’t stop this feeling, which has gotten me reeling, way out of my safety zone, and sending chills to every bone. my brain keeps telling me to focus, but my soul is flying like a swarm of locusts, I think I’m way too late, to negotiate with my fate. i have stepped into the ring, the doors closed with a ‘DING’ i thought i wanted this, I thought i wouldn’t make a miss. But then i never knew what was behind, those doors. Thought that there were adventures i’d find But i was mistaken, My eyes were closed and i couldn’t be awakened. I see it now. I see it all. All the treachery has left me appalled. I cannot back down. Cuz of all the loved ones whom i can’t let down. my heart spoke to me then,  at the perfect time too, when,  I was on the verge of breakdown It showed me all the memories of me being happy and morose. I saw myself traveling,  watching places unravelling. I saw me gain...

The sky is blue The sky is blue, but you know that, don’t you? we all know what the world is like, but do you really know whats inside? To a poet’s mind, its a big metaphor, To the common man, its the goal he’s running for To an idealist? its what he thinks it is To a romantic, it is what it is. we seek answers for everything we see. to wait and watch we’re far too busy. Time is something we did invent, To know how far we went.   I'm sitting here listening to Ariana Grande,  sipping my granny’s coffee thats better than CCD’s latte. A bluebird just whizzed past, chasing the sunset thats dimming fast. Right now, I feel quite insignificant. like I’m slipping into the vacant, spaces between the atoms,that make up the world. deep underneath, where life unfurled. We have a set of rules invisible, but obeying them is far from feasible. When someone toes the line, everyone pounces, ripping and tearing, so that not an ounce...