I am awake

It’s around 3:55 am in the morning; seriously I don’t know why I am awake. I woke up early yesterday, then worked whole day in the laboratory and came late to home but still my eyes are not tired not even my soul. Even I just finished my dinner, whatever you call it now, everything  sounds strange. Tonight I just wanted to spend some time with me, like the night that spends every day with the darkness without speaking a single word.

I don’t know why I am still awake,

Is it a dream or is the night fake?

Words, thoughts, nothing is running inside,

But there is an unknown hunger,

That is helping the eyes to keep them on wake up side,

Dark sky, deep silence and untold feelings,

Not enough to keep me on the bed,

Rather an inspiration to understand the silence,

To steal some moments, to reach as much as deep,

So I can understand myself in a different way,

When half of the world is fallen asleep,

Maybe with the night, I am getting desperate,

That’s why my sleep has lost its place,

But desperate to what, either to whom?

Night does not know, me too,

But maybe if I sleep tonight,

I will definitely bring back that answer to you.