Sleep?

As the clock chimes the 3 am time,
The silence of the night brings back the rhymes,
.
You with your unread story
She with her unwritten story
He with his unfulfilled heart
All of us restricting our arts.
.
The nocturnal pattern seeps into the soul,
The fingers and thumbs busy in scroll,
The mindless travel through the clouds,
The cravings to be heard out loud.
.
The silence screams, louder than words,
The mind flies, higher than birds.
.
Long distance or be it near,
In the mind it is a constant fear
Of being left out or disappear.
Oblivion to the world's despair.
.
Go, sleep! My dear.
We were never meant to bear
The disturbing images of descending stairs.
.
Raj Nandani
\\ Unable to understand \\
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