dear night

Niemamowy
 lull him into sleep, i slowly get away and finish re-arranging furniture
the diwan here and a lamp there
candles stacked and soft-toys carefully strewn around
am killing time, killing hyper-active brain cells,
i need sleep, i need fatigue
latenight music turned on
finally plop on the bed... a new eiderdown matteress
a blur of dreams, at 3:40 in the morning ... the shadows bleed into real
silhouettes of mundane, is now mystic... ghosts and faces outside my window
they look sad... sad because am not scared
share a cigarette... i hate the smell
smell of nicotine is like smell of past...
too haunted... too insignificant
wonder that it existed...
am an Yvaine and am Evanescence
and am Blessed...
bathed in angel's blood... i drift off to undrugged hallucination.
 
Copyright © Neerja Yadav

1 comment:

Margie said...

Hope life is bringing you much joy!
Have always loved how you write.
Another deep one!
I enjoyed it Neers!

Margie :)