Some nights speak to you. It sits with you, as you hug yourself and tell yourselves lullabies.
Some nights watch you like a predator, a big cat in the night. Shiny eyes sparkling through a tiny gap in the bush.
Some nights writhe in pain, and ask you questions. Why? Why? Why? The sound of your heartbeats. Dum-dum-dum-dum-da-dum-dum.
Some nights listen to you as you tell the stories.
Some nights break into a million tears, and vermilion paints the sky red.
Some nights the moon is oddly absent, and big cities do not see the soul of an owl.
Some nights gasps for breath, as you await the final word.
Some nights, after all is said and done, and goodbyes float, some nights, they lull you to peace.
Date: 23rd March, 2019
Written within half an hour of watching Masaan. Inspired.
Why would you make actors act if you don’t point the camera at them? Sometimes, it is good.