Night : The seducer of weirdos, psychos, insane and me.
In that silence,
I felt the breeze on my eyelids,
On my palms and fingers full of stories to showcase, the bruises which held evidence that I created.
Those whispers i heard,
Chanted the insecurities,
I hide in my veil.
When I fail to cover the anxieties ,
That I seek to supress,
They come out in large numbers.
As if a child opened a cupboard and suddenly all the toys fell upon him.
Those acoustic songs narrating my life seem to help but,
They were too ideal,
didn't show my true self.
You were not in this alone.
I repeated.
A power of a thousand watts electrocuted my body.
It had that much power.
The fairy lights blinded my vision.
Such enchantment,
casted a spell,
Bewildering, I rested
As the stars above were once alive.
And one day, I would be among them.
