An Involuntary Spectator
Nocturnal Blues
Published in
Jan 13, 2021
Thought platforms take the stage
As a firework display of future
Past and present charades
Detonate in my head
Gliding past, one act after another
Grey flows into white into colour
In a mix of chasmic thrash
Reassurance and restlessness
My eyes blink at the barrage of advice
Pounding the contours of my life
Here I lie transfixed in a state
Of dislocation betwixt a mix
Of frisson and frenetic REM
Blah blah blah agitations
Swipe my inner window wipers —
Unaware my soul could keep
Intact these slews of erratic renditions —
I chase a dispassionate impromtu
As all I wish is to close the heavy curtains
Mute them blue and go back to sleep
