The Bright Lights

    12-Sep-2020
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Ajit Kumar Yadav

When the four walls you see,
The more in a square less than to be,

Retaining your imagination alive,
Restoring your patience to not let your frustration overcome

Is what you do with the four walls you see
The more in a square less than to be
When night makes you nocturnal sleeplessly;
When day comes you have no clue of the time that’s asking you,
“What will you do with my seconds, minutes and hours?
The only thing you can do  
Is gaze the roof top, gaze the door, gaze the bed, gaze everything surrounding you.....
 
 But your ability to sought what your doing worthwhile is what is called insomnia.

You become a prisoner for an uncommitted crime;

People asking you to reason for your crime,
 But you have no answer to verbally speak at all;

Is what you do with the four walls you see
The more in a square less than to be.

Buts that’s not, enough,  
Sometimes, you peep out the room and see the road....

And, When you look up the road to define you,
You get into dilemmatic momentum, to refine you
Stones, rollers, chemicals that builds up the roads,

Never bothers who crosses,
Step over it, to dictate the road

Falling and raising,
Raising and falling,
Major catastrophe it creates.

But not, it bothers the identity of the supernova that initiates,
Nevertheless, you go on,
Crossing, falling, burning but the road remains,

Remains,
To provide you an offering, an opportunity,
Just to define you and also to refine you.

And that’s what you do,
With the four walls you see,
The more in a square less than to be.