Delirium
Silently through the night, her formless hands creep, Searching, feeling for him, through the lands of sleep, The darkness around, its not an easy rival to win, So, finding him, she waits, for the right time to begin. She knocks
Silently through the night, her formless hands creep, Searching, feeling for him, through the lands of sleep, The darkness around, its not an easy rival to win, So, finding him, she waits, for the right time to begin. She knocks
The next batch of them stepped out of the cave, The first steps they were taking out of the enclave, Everything went blank, outside, it was just blinding, So unprepared for things that were now emerging. Things they never heard
She is gone before your eyes can even blink, And yet she is the only thought you can think, You stumble upon everything, already in a trance, And become yet another slave of her glance. Every time you look around,
Swaying in consonance with an ebullient breeze, She shakes off its advances, with a careworn ease, Ruffling her petals, as she hung onto a slender stalk, Proclaiming gustily that it isn’t only humans who stalk. She stands up, and walks
Gathering the last bit of energy, I reached the bus-stop, Whatever else did, the fatigue never did stop, Broken in the body, slowly breaking in the mind, I wonder why I put up with this daily grind. The cars, the