Dropped conspiracy

 

I dropped it that day

And it broke.

Hundreds of pieces got scattered,

For me to collect again.

But I remember that my hands didn’t fail

And my fingers opened voluntarily.

Perhaps it was necessary,

A beautiful conspiracy

Which later proved to be a therapy.

 

Sometimes the mistakes that we do are actually done deliberately by our subconscious mind. Later we realise that it was a necessary therapy for us.

Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Nightly Fiasco

♦ Hey, it’s almost night time here. Ready for those post 2 a.m. thoughts?

 

As the Sun settles down,

It takes away a part of us.

The part which keeps us sound,

The part which we show to the world.

And when the Moon takes the sky,

It showers a light on us.

Silver light which brings out something…

Something which we don’t discuss.

Night time does have this affect,

And these thoughts are the most private ones.

But when it starts to overwhelm,

Close your eyes and end the pretense.

Eventually sleep will engulf your realm

And in dreams these thoughts will make sense.

If they don’t, tell yourself : “It was just a dream.”