In The Middle Of The Night

By Vipul Sehgal

In the middle of the night,

Waddling among the nooks and crannies,

Spinning like a dreidel,

around the corners of alleys

dark and austere,

My soul searches for a light

to cradle,

In the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night,

Betwixt meandering blankets and you,

Passionate as the red of dawn,

Making way through your broken bits

My body searches for a lover

to hold,

In the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night,

With the shackles of the norms torn to shreds,

The scandalized fantasies of the soul

since repressed

Take flight;

Crashing down mid-rise,

sabotaged by nostalgia,

turning to wights,

In the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night,

When the hues of the sky

mirror the noir of the soul,

And the righteousness of the day

rests it's toll,

My soul wanders naked,

Free at last,

With reveries to behold,

without a fright

In the middle of the night.

By Vipul Sehgal