Good night, thoughts.

Sitting in a dimly lit room with sound of water dripping out of the leaking tap, that is somehow soothing me, I again start to wonder and my thoughts start to wander.

He is asleep, and so is my anger. My thoughts and usual pensive self engulf me now and I’m again visiting the realm of questions where he is a mystery and I am a migrant, who is currently in his province to question him, solve him, or may be prove him unsolvable.

The flowing breeze, the crumbled sheet, the broken lamp, the flake of smile on his unconscious lips., are these all being made-up ?? Or is this really his natural self ??

Does he like sugar ?? Or is it a way of adding some sweetness to his otherwise sour life ??

Are there any scars that he hides from everyone, even me ?? With the thought of being proved a coward ??

Does his fake-looking smile tell a story of thoughtful weaving of statements to everyone ?? Or am I the only one who wants to decode the flicker in his eyes ??

Does he fear something ?? Or does he play his all-brave-card all the time ??

Oh, look, his eyes are again moving !!
What this time ?? I wonder !! 
Is that a fairy-tale-dream or another nightmare ?? 
Am I present there ?? Do I want to be there ??

He has turn his back to me. 
Did he know I am looking ?? 
Or this was just a random motion in sleep ??
Well, there is nothing RANDOM, I believe. 
But what do I want to believe ??

He is again asleep, at least that is what the situation is trying to convince me, with his back towards my chair.

Again, the lonesome me, enveloped in flurry or air, surrounded by all the so-called-random thoughts. 
Did I say random ??
No, there is nothing called random. All this has been woven, slowly and gradually. I hope.

If only, could I hold his hand, to speak, 
to tell, 
to explain,
and to make him feel the effect called whirlwind inside me.

May be he thinks in similar fashion. Does he ?? Or may be he doesn’t care to even take moments to stand and look back ?? Or may be he cares in a different way, that I am unaware of. Who knows.

Well, it already is 8 am. Time for him to wake up and time for me to wrap-up.

Dear thoughts, please go to sleep. Or may be camouflage. Or vanish. Or who knows, stay. He might not notice. Whatever you do, don’t leave. You’re the only attire that suits me. 
Good night, dear thoughts, may be we’ll solve him again, tomorrow, or may be again same line of events will follow… Whatever happens, I’ll be there. Waiting, wishing & THINKING !!!