I can’t sleep…I am in between toothed waves. 

I think it’s time to uplift these curtains after decades.

Here winds get accelerated with obnoxious nights…

This city again, 

the pseudo lights I have maintained distance with…are again on my robust rails.  

The beasts are roaming with fools imaginations…

there sounds of breathings are even parted and feudal.

They don’t know anything to die for. 

I need to close these metallic wound now…

The only way I am getting sleep today is by going for a walk through these mammals with moving graves,

a drink maybe in that rusted bar…where you can see unpretentious and beautiful women in night times. 

Then perhaps a stargazing by the rotten sewage, 

I will definitely find my sleeps there. 

I can’t choose my days of reality…but in sleep I want to sail…in dreams I want to be a tap dancer…

I am sucking the misfits from this city, 

and I am sculpturing my naps with them.

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Photograph: Google.