When the whole world sleeps, I also sleep.

When the whole world sleeps, I also sleep. 

I’m absolutely as much a human being like every other son of a bitch.

 

They say, be a part of the 5 AM Club. 

Who cares when I’m a midnight owl?

They say, it will make your life easy.  

But I asked for more challenges in my last meeting.

They say, you will be able to finish things early.  

But I’m in no hurry. 

They say, it will make you do wonders. 

But someone said you learn when you make mistakes, then why do I worry about the blunders? 

They say, these sacrifices will only make you rich. 
What’s the point if it takes my peace? Is it worth this hitch? 

They say, winnings start at your beginning. 

Then why do we wait until the end? 

They say, first hours are when heroes are made.  

The world needs no heroes, villains are only what it craves.

They say, own your mornings elevate your life.  

But why worry about it when I have super evenings to promise by, my super escalators.   

They say, this is the only way to stand out.  

Why do I do so when I mean no difference. Let the time come and I only want to fade away.

They say, when the whole world sleeps, it’s time to be awake.  

Hey c’mon I’m a common man, I’m no Drake. 

They say, remember, there’s a meaning behind it. Hashtag, it’s deep.  

I say, shut the fuck up. When the whole world sleeps. I also sleep.

Lost Friend

I lost my friend. Sometime back. Yes, I did. There was no noise. It all happened silently. Few bruises to my ego though. But I hid them. Under a stone. On top of a mountain.

The pain was liquid. I gulped it. No burps. Not even a whisper.

She came back once. Knocking at my door. But it was not me who was intended, I never was. Some neighbor. For some pursuits, maybe personal, maybe, who cares what. She never glorified, neither did I reify. 

I may seem apprehended, now. But I’m not. Yes. Indeed. No, I’m not.

I think it’s the fault of that owl. No. I don’t know. 

All I feel is nothing. If that so, then what is this all about? I think I do feel a thing. Nothingness has only bubbled up inside. And it has now become something.

Then why am I so full of myself? 
I think I should question. Yes. That me. Myself. 

 " Warum? "

All I now hear is innocence. Think I should keep it English.

“Friend”

…

 Standing strong

My friend says...

My friend says, "I feel like calling you & talking to you"
Awesome! My friend feels like talking to me... woohoo!

Then she says, "And when I'm free and wanna talk to you, I jump on my bed and grab my phone"
I feel so awesome again. My friend, somewhere far away, is craving to talk to me, to listen to my not so soothing voice uttering nothing but senseless humor, almost making you feel why didn't I die before hearing this, but still...

She says, "And I search your contact as if I'm digging for gold"
I'm left speechless. Why isn't your phone smarter enough to sense my feelings? Why is it making you search me, wasting those fervently pious seconds I could live more by?"

And she says, "Woo! I gotcha finally"
You're only making me smile more...

She says, "And when I'm about to tap on your contact to connect with you, I suddenly go numb and stare blankly at my phone. I don't know what to talk."
Aaaaa what?

Let me take a deep breath. She says she doesn't know what to talk. I wish the tiny circuit in the memory cells of my phone witnessed some bits of binary data smoking away out of the phone...  & she was never to be seen again. I don't know what it means, but when I'm with my friends, we just talk. So be it nothing but shitty crap or those philosophies which have no meanings the next moment or jokes that make you cry rather laugh. But we talk. We talk nonsense. We talk pocket sciences. We talk booze. We talk biryani. We talk suttas. We talk powder. We talk chinimini. We talk hiking. We talk charity. We talk gyms. We talk muscles. We talk games of thrones. We talk avengers. We talk language. We talk bashing that fat dud in that other lane. We talk that bald teacher. We talk facebook. We talk that girl next door. But we talk. Yes, we do. Sometimes we ourselves don't know what we are talking, but we still do. But never ever in these silly & senseless moments, we ever had a second thought, "What are you talking Dude?"

We all are just another random than whatever we thought we were .
A random person, living nothing but a random life. Just like me, a random idiot. Talking to my friends randomly...and that's what we all are about...




A few weeks later...
She turned back again...

She says, "Hiiiii! I missed you so much. I feel like calling you & talking to you"
Hell yeah!

A random loner

A random swag

A random smile

A random walk

A random life

aJ

Reminiscence

Its' so hollow, so much deep, in my heart. I haven't forgotten those few minutes under that lamp, on that dilapidated street. Neither that last picture of you waving your hand, out of the glass window of that jitney. Well I did chase you when it zipped off. I had that glance either I was hankering for. That moment, it was me and only me, and the thrust, only to meet your eyes. But.

Life now is only a desert, endless, and hopeless. Time is not ready to move an inch, and my mind, tumbling here and there like a finch. 

I close my eyes, I see you. I open my eyes, I sense you. Be it my veins, be it my heart. Be it my reverie, be it my marvel.

You think you ebbed out of me. You think time is over. 

Ask me & I'd say 

"Never"

I'll wake up again. I'll search you again. I'll go all out of my heart & crave for you again. Be it that banyan tree, be it that chapel, be it that institution or be it that museum, again. 

So what if I don't find you there, but only pain. 

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...
...

I'll walk those streets and relive again...

Dauntless

Hermit

Void

Faraway

Buff

Intense

Unilluminated

Lone

Eloquent

...

...

...

aJ