I have this sudden urge to write another midnight poem,
As if sleeping it off would only bless these words
Formulating in the corners of my mind
With limbs stretching deep inside of me –
Blurry faces,
Slurred speech,
Walking figures,
And time-manipulating scenes,
Jumping from now
To back then
To somewhere I have never been.
Only my imagination could conjure such plots
That do not really amount to much
But symbols and messages
Just itching to get decoded.