Prabhakar Subramaniam


Night


There is a night
You do not want to end
Like the one before you leave your home
For the wedding with a stranger
Knowing it will never return,
You cannot sleep,
You do not want to,
Sitting all by yourself
In your room
With a slight tremble
Wondering what you are
Letting yourself into
Wondering why you cannot go on
As you have been so far
In the little corner of the world
You have made into a paradise
The walls lovingly decked up with your own hand
Funny stickers, hangings, flowers
The colour scheme your very own
A sanctum very few were allowed into -
You wished you could go to sleep
And wake up years after
Still the same
But on a happy night
You did not want to end.

Submitted: Monday, September 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
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