Me Too

My nights are no more silent The birds no more sleep with Their bodies squeezed between Their heavy wings. The moons Tired feet drag it slowly towards Other end of the horizon. Hours Inside the clock clash against Each other to give the muffled Cry of a helpless soul. My nights Are no more silent. My heart is Restless like a worm in heat. Cold floor is splattered with Innocent blood of a virgin. Lost in its trance the marble God becomes a mute witness. Swinging fronds of matured Thoughts try to brush away the Stain of nonchalance from mind. My nights are no more silent. Noise of constricted tiny fingers Scratching the floor pricks my Heart as a needle. Soaked with Saliva pillows entice me to get Choked with my own impotency.