It

What is it that whispers in the silence?

In the soundless night, what is it that I sense?

What is it that turns off the lights?

And makes daylight cringe back in fright?

What is it that makes musings dance-

Dance in glee’s melancholic trance?

Bizarre I know it is, perpetually,

But, what it really is, is still a query.

It comes and goes, amidst ‘yes’ and ‘no’s;

It builds and breaks; stagnates and flows;

Dark and light; and low and high-

I wish I could drown it in the ocean,

And bid it an everlasting good bye.

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