Looking towards the wall
Without my specs
It looked hazy...
Sometimes I idolise something.
And yup, I am crazy.
Sitting idle—
After a day unsettling, uneasy.
Bitter Tea—
Night is new and free.

Human-one.
Shadows-two.
In an empty room,
Did I see a ghost of you?
Laughing like a ceiling fan.
And it asked, "Are you rhyming again?"
I said, "I just wrote some lines."
It replied,
"At this time!
Oh, you still write and describe — an angel.
Bless this sick, O Divine".

A letter,
A note,
An annotation
A quote
What else will you write?
Dictionaries are slacking words now.
Be wise—
After bearing those words
My heart sank down
Slurping up my empty throat.
I hold my crown.

What can be said in lines — a few.
I am scrambling and thrashing papers.
Just to tell an incomplete story of love—
An elusive and mystifying curfew—

How could one not be out of his mind?—
He is a prisoner of love—
Trapped in thoughts of his own mind.