3a.M. Poem by Avik DattaGupta

When masks come off and fall asleep,
As night embraces us with comforting shadows,
Darkness speaks in silent syllables,
With a voice that touches deep.

Perhaps it is sleep, where tears weep!
As eyes have dried, since it couldn't cry,
The heart moved on like a wounded soldier!
Never giving up, till it would die!

Strange thoughts, strange visions,
Strange needs, flash in oblivion,
With strange memories and future truths!
That may be a lie, from present roots.

The night smiles in invisible darkness,
With negligible glow of stars and the Moon,
It keeps me awake beside my sleeping mask,
As an inert element lights up a dark room.

As dense darkness dissolve in divinity,
Egos weaken defeated by simplicity,
Silent prayers search for right words!
Wishing to be understood by our silent God.

A soulful ghost, a wounded soldier,
And many living souls slowly getting older!
In the pulse and rhythm that all can feel,
Where we sign another new nocturnal deal!

Soon the baton will be handed over to light!
As time pushes remaining hours of the night,
Our masks introspect in dreams very deep,
As it wakes up, we all would fall asleep!