{Confessions are often cheesy}
The dim night , produces nightmares for some
But for me , it twitches my thumb
As it gives me ideas clear like the beat of drum
My subconscious mind a true writer but dumb
As it forgets everything with morning's sum.
Why am i so harsh on myself?
Maybe its just the dullness that makes one deaf
As it induces one's dark side and makes all a chef
And makes a dead man sing not demanding help
But just expressing how he felt
To see everyone sleep not worrying about valuable shelf
The deep sleep which he cannot enjoy himself.
Maybe he is cursed
Or maybe he is too scared of angels dispersed
And they will trap him if he fulfills his sleepy thirst
And show him dreams that he will be nursed
But then hurt
Till he becomes God's labor and dirt
No more enjoyment in humanity's concert.
What about the black eyes of your lover?
As his devilish handsome looks like Lucifer
Entraps your soul's cover
And then you are lost forever
Forever captured in his love and desiring shower.
The night does make us forget consequences petty
And makes us care less but only carry
Ourselves with the moment so pretty
That even the sound if a water drop seems heavy
And then cramps our belly
With the heart racing fast as red as poisoned cherry
And whole body feels so empty
As we imagine ourselves elevating like a fairy
The fear melts all love , senses and jewelry
And some name that sleep paralysis to contrary
Their cowardly fear foolish and merry.
Is it the gloomy night or subconscious mind
By saying this i will be cursed as i bind
A theory that lies contrary to what's defined
By the paranormal experts who make people blind
Through fake words and humiliate the confined
Yeah , the ghosts who are not assigned
To contact with living blood as its too toxic a kind
And makes the ill , its so unrefined.
Maybe a ghost writes this not me
But don't undermine our respect please
But , why "our"? Well i dont know, darkness i see
I do not even know if this is a dream, no plea
Is my subconscious mind writing is it free?
Or does my words feel like a ghost typing something
I don't know i think i am in a dream , i feel so free
Now good night let me sleep like a devotee.
- Aandaleeb Mukherjee
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