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3 AM


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Picture Credit: Fiveprime

Nocturnal’s 3 AM

Often, at three in the morning,

The norm of the silence

Takes over my panicky mind

Like the adrenaline

Rushes through the superlative thoughts

And lands straight to the ultimate desire

*

I would do anything,

Talk for hours,

Listen to the Bahamas,

Sleep during the shower,

Touch myself without feeling guilty,

Hush or shush my inside crier!

*

You would draw contours and conclude, “Happiness?”

I would retort, “What’s that, Hmmm?”

The miracle of felicity scents in striving.

Let this just be a struggle and keep mum!

Then the dawn emanates the horrendous scream of the world

Now I would sleep, my friend, until you come!

The 22nd poem on the 24th day in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge.

The song of the day is Sooha Saha from a Hindi film Highway.

Are you nocturnal? If yes, then you might have related to what I explained in the morning. Let me know in the comment section what do you do at 3 AM if you are awake.

Wake Me Up When Everyone Is Dead


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Picture Credit: Created by French Artist – Ciryl Rolando (Bored Panda)

Wake Me Up When Everyone Is Dead

I missed a few deadlines

Was busy disarranging some of the thoughts

It tied up with

What I do

And

What I am supposed to do

The creative curves were far from being smooth

The light moment I forbad cheering

And then,

One of my friends told me

That I complicate the simple thing

Reason?

I get bored

And can easily be distracted, in the name of Break

I was not that convinced

But for some reason, I nodded

Maybe, for the sake of friendship

It’s hard to keep up with the daily routine

When you have a million tasks in hand

And you take another million to engage

Having a social life comes as a privilege

But when it happens

I miss someone

Someone who is not here

Someone who is not willing to complete my sentence

Someone who never shares her deeper instincts

Someone who doesn’t talk much

Because I am still a stranger to her

And it’s true.

Despite this, she still comes as a song

Invigorate my mind to make me do wonder.

Also, she listens.

I guess she is not that bad.

But wait, I can’t think of her

I am not allowed to

There is an enormous amount of work to be commenced

And there’s money

There’s money

Which is hard to come by

Not everyone is willing to pay you for your hard work

I am literally fighting for every penny of mine

While continuously polishing my creative and artistic side.

And then,

The pressure of following up with the social stigma,

The political biases,

The religious disbelief,

News rants,

Everyone is literally flagging their self-bragging flyers online

Which says

“Like me, love me”

“Like me, love me”

“Like me, love me”

But unintentionally, I also beg people to like me

Yup, there is another factor needed to be considered

Despite your best effort in your desired field,

It’s important

That you promote yourself out there.

Their eyes should spot you dancing all the time

So that, they would throw some money

With the expectation

That I may make it double

With my splendid presentation.

It’s exasperating

Physically, mentally, spiritually and perhaps, universally

Oh yes, give me craps on the last word I used

You all so-called intellectual Nazi

I need to lie down

I need to lie down

I must sleep

My average sleep is 3-4 hours a day

I must sleep

I must sleep

Sleeping

Sleeping

I am not done, yet.

But for now, sleeping!

Wake me up when everyone is dead.

The eleventh poem in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge. This Slam Poetry describes my current mental state.

The song of the day is Sweet Dispositing from Tamper Trap. This is one of those songs which can go on in a loop and you won’t tired of it at all. I usually listen to it for the concentration.

You must read this poem without a hiccup in thoughts. If you have any thoughts please share in the comment section.

I am Shivesh – Poet, Writer, Actor, Theatre Artist and Now also becoming, Filmmaker (amateur).