LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS

Pearls scattered on the floor, pictures are taped,

My walls are painted blue, my nails are red.

Alone in my room, at 3 am, the dark beckons,

Time to take my facade off, hello, I'm nobody.

Crushed hopes, withered dreams,

Wailing regrets, and empty realms

Are whispering fire into the grotto of my head,

As I get pulled deeper into my own mess.

I greet my fears that I blocked in the daylight

And try to call a shot of slumber to fight.

For monsters scald my chilled bones,

And cataclysms are shaking my world full of clones.

All I seek are half-bloomed white roses,

Their innocent scent to remind me of my ruses.

All I want is to fill up those fresh pages;

Ink splurging, words tumbling onto the crevices.

These thoughts are like the edifice of dust,

They crumble and veil my senses and heart.

These insecurities are like bubbles of despair,

They float in scaffolds, crowd the air in my head.

But they are pieces of me, and so I must go on,

Live through them and lock them down.

For the tendril of light peeps back into my life,

And the silent dark recedes, promising return.

Old tickets strewn, capsule of tears are stored,

My curtains are black, closed are my doors.

Alone in my room, the untold wars are subsiding,

Time to put my facade on, hello, I'm somebody.

Maisha Nazifa Kamal is on a mission to defeat all Muggles in procrastination. Join forces with her at 01shreshtha7@gmail.com