Night Shift

Waking up, I see the stars.
Going to sleep, I feel the sun shining on my face.
To keep moving, I chuck in coffee, two cups, large, lots of sugar, no milk, with a tint of haze.

Through the dark, through the unknown,
through the gaze of the, judgy, mighty owl.
To push on, on my own,
through the lonely abandoned hall.

I can hear the  ghosts whispering.
Sometimes, Lucifer himself staring at me.
Existing with their endless, useless bickering.
Something for me to listen to, just to pass time.

When all colors fade into black,
when only ones left are the insomniacs,
I wake up, looking at the stars,
hearing whispers, through the window bars.

Alive

I am just a sad soul.
I wake up in the morning,
go to sleep at night.
I exist, just as a sad soul.

Only when life demands more,
something I look forward to,
and when the lightning keeps striking,
like its about start pouring,
I start to feel alive.

Only then, with every breath I take,
and every moment that I am awake,
I strive for success,
and the earth starts spinning again.

And then when I see the
flowers start blooming,
when I feel a soft wind blowing,
when I hear the birds start singing,
like the storm was never there to begin with,
just for a bit,
everything seems okay.  

When it's time to leave

When it's time to leave,
I'll leave.
I will not look back.
I will not wave good bye.

I do not plan to get attached.
I do not hope for this to thrive..
I will remain detached,
and when it's time for me to leave..
I will leave.

It's really nothing personal
Just a favor I do myself.
Not rolling the rock up the hill,
Just to watch it fall back down itself.

To live midst this chaos
To have the upper hand,
You have to understand-
that nothing will withstand change.

So when it's time to leave,
I will just leave.
I will utter no words, no complaints
For I will care, no more.

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അർഥശൂന്യമാകിലും,

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