Words Of An Idle Mind

Who Are You (poem)

The world divides the imaginators into two-
One of day, the other of night,
One of stars, the other of light,
One of fantasies, the other of dreams,
One of thoughts, the other of themes.

But who are you?
A daydreamer with open eyes,
Lost in a crowd where time flies.
Or a nightthinker with hooded notions,
Mind swimming in depth of emotions.

If you belong to the first category-
You have those doodles decorating your pages,
You haven't paid attention to lectures in ages,
Your words mark every book's end,
Scripts unknown even to your friends.

If you belong to the other-
Your phone knows more stories than you,
Your mind has never acknowledged a curfew.
Those celestial bodies, know you more,
Darkness seems to never bore.

Or maybe you are like me-
Not of one, a piece of many.
You see stars when the sky is sunny.
You fill the last pages with the ink of moon
The ever growing tree of thoughts you prune.

Are you like me?
Who takes a midnight swim, in the realm of closed winks,
When everyone hussles outside your skin.
Who seeks company but loves solitude,
Who is familiar with both- arrogance and gratitude.

Have you decided who you are?
The one who fits one, all or none.
But your journey has just begun.
You'll find yourself tempted to turn,
To be a savior, or to let cites burn.

And what when people ridicule you, you ask?
The common company can't comply
To whatever we imaginators try.
So unhear, unlisten, and aimlessly nod,
Until your your inner imaginator is prod.

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A/N : Can you relate to this poem? Tell me who you are in the comments. I am certainly a nightthinker, that's for sure. What about you?