A Good Night!

Here comes a night, Familiar,
Devoid of sleep, a perfect souvenir,
Feels so right, One of it's kind,
I feel the urge to make this one rhyme,

Perfect was the day, perfect was it's end,
To seal it in words, is all I intend,
As for the eyelids, that don't drop,
A spell of words, made the clocks stop,

Some walls collapsed, The fissures I can feel,
Unsuspicious as I lay, words breached the seal,
And the mind, still blank, strayed a thousand miles,
To the Sandwiched lands, through the aisles,

And through its eyes, I see, a tomorrow that could hold,
Love in our hearts, As together we grow old,
Chasing our dreams, But free from their charms,
A world spanned by two souls and four arms,

Not a question of destiny, It's about the calls we make,
When tomorrow comes, Let's see what roads we take,
As for tonight, I wish I could sing you to sleep,
Steal a few moments, that you would like me to keep,

As I wait to see the sun rise, miles away,
Unsure if I made any sense, I've nothing else to say,
Towards existence, finds its way, whatever was this,
A good night's post perhaps, Sealed with a hug and a kiss.

Blank

Confessions of a blank soul,
Let me pour out here,
What started as a state of mind,
Now seems a never ending void.
Words scream for attention,
As memory stops the heart,
From wandering back to inspirations,
Ones you need to write sense,
Its been a long dry patch,
And I crave to pen down something,
That gives me a sense of satisfaction,
Not just to escape life,
and Hide myself behind words,
But something purer, more pacifying,
Something that relieves the inner side,
Of having conveyed what I mean,
Jobless or not, but a worthy one,
That which when I read,
Connects me to myself,
Whatever it be, It indeed is,
Somewhere inside perhaps,
And seems like It'll be ,
Another long wait,
For I don't see it coming,
As long as my mind refuses,
To leave it's shell ,
Or unless the heart rebels,
And breaks this up,
This cage so strong,
Something I call,
The state of being blank!