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As the night pulp spatters
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As the night pulp spatters
Strangers in
the night stitch me in the dark
They cry, they laugh; shake me gently
And break my stupor;
I hear them running down the
gravel path
And like a stalker, I tumble out into the darkness
Start following these ominous characters…
A bird swoops down to collect a quill
And disappears, Hush!
I continue to walk on my tiptoes..
The smell of the meadow and
the noise of loose pebbles under my toes murmur in my ears;
the noise of loose pebbles under my toes murmur in my ears;
I feel like a child, touching everything, trudging into the blank spaces
A little moonlight trickles and the fog rises; but glitter of the night ceases
A heavy, brooding silence illuminate the blue hour...
A heavy, brooding silence illuminate the blue hour...
The strangers of the night suddenly start dissolving
The taut silence petrifies me now....
The taut silence petrifies me now....
I start walking back home faster clutching the end of my nightgown
Breathing gets grunt and a pant;
Reaching home I find my door ajar! I cringe..
Reaching home I find my door ajar! I cringe..
I quietly nestle my head in my pillow detaching my thoughts
The Sun frizzles the memory next morning; and everything goes blank....
Next night, once again the dark phantoms emerge,
They pull me out from the abyss of time
My restless mind starts following those hypnotic shadows
Ah, I'm unable to stop myself...to search, or to seek.
Then, after countless nights
...one night the strangers disappeared...
It took me years to understand, that I was a sleep-walker
On those bleak nights when I tramped... I was always alone
Ah, I'm unable to stop myself...to search, or to seek.
Then, after countless nights
...one night the strangers disappeared...
It took me years to understand, that I was a sleep-walker
On those bleak nights when I tramped... I was always alone
I waded in the lake of dreams when my mind stepped out of my body
Experiencing the 'unimaginable' became a simple habit..
Thankfully, I bounced back to normal life; it was now
...ruled and reigned by my senses; a new voice whispered:
'You were bitten by the Wanderlust! Now you can relax'....Experiencing the 'unimaginable' became a simple habit..
Thankfully, I bounced back to normal life; it was now
...ruled and reigned by my senses; a new voice whispered:
Everything was a farce, a sham...a ghastly pretense;
I smiled, swallowing gulps of adrenaline...:)
Fiction...Somnambulism, or sleep-walking, still remains a most mysterious disease.
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