I can't wait to wake up to..... What?!.. When did I fall in love with the night terror which for years continue to seize me!

Was it because it provided me the luxury of sleeplessness whenever I needed so..

Days are counted...

So are the rain droplets... the question is when and how?

Veins here... Veins there.. all be dancing...

Owing to the rhythm of heart and persuasion of brain... and compulsion of excitement..

Moon these days is overwhelmingly hesitant to show up wholly as result of my line of sight's indulgence with the ceiling.

The only sign of productivity could be the silly poetries inhibiting crumpled papers yet again deployed as an abandoned child whose first words would be that of a thought rendered to be a vagabond..