A night which has no end in sight !

The toads are croaking.

She is sleeping.

I am writing.

At midnight, when sleep eludes

It’s a prelude

To a night

Which has no end in sight.

A fight

between the past & future

A fight

between known & unknown

Battle ground is my mind

Which wants to live in NOW

But does not know HOW.

I keep trying

Alternating

between Reading & Meditating

After some time

It became so frustrating

That I started writing.

Is this the birth of a writer?

Is this how all writers are born ?

Out of turmoil,

Out of desperation

To keep your sanity

You use your creativity

To put words on paper

Or typewriter

So that that the mind get’s calmer

& the sleep comes faster.

In a night, which has no end in sight.