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Coffee to my tongue
coffee to my tongue
Why I am walking barefoot ? like no one around?
The night like coffee to my tongue ...
waking me up without the sound
... I map the words out
Will you say them.?
"Yes" said Night!
As I was walking amidst the lightlessness
I happened to see night
She was sleeping under the mellow shield of fog and rain
Seeing me passing by
She asked where I was going so late at night ..........
‘Scavenging dream’ said I
It was perhaps the most pitiless smile
"Dreams rest in the fold of those sleepy eyes
Go home find your dream
In your closed eyes"
I am an insomniac,yet i want to dream...the coffee now taste bitter in my tongue
Will you lend me some sleep?