Gloomy and dark,
With,
That sudden spark,
Looking for,
That ‘something’,
In the flow of,
Delayed thoughts, and,
Absent moments,
When,
Not even,
The desperate urge,
Makes any sense,
When,
The sense,
Yet again,
In that,
Late night bewilderment,
When,
I seek you,
Again,
From the dark,
For my gloom,
To get that spark,
To get the meaning,
Of that ‘something’
Yet again,
In that,
Late night bewilderment,
When sleep,
Becomes an insensitive ‘friend’
When solitude,
Comes not to comprehend,
That,
Why, I still, seek you
Again, yet again,
In that,
Late night bewilderment,
That,
Why, you still,
Delay my thoughts,
That,
Why, you still,
Make for my absent moments,
In the,
Late night bewilderments..
©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/
