Whispering Shadow

Me: How come you are up at this hour? Myself: I am always up at this hour. Me: Did you know you don't wake up in time for the 8.30 lectures? Myself: Of course I do. I have a dream within a dream within a dream....just like nested loops in programming. Every time the alarm rings, I wake up in a dream. I exit one dream and return to the parent dream. Me: Crap! You are sleep talking. Myself: I am sleep talking half the time. I am sleeping from 2 AM to 2 PM. Surprised you didn't know. Me: Don't forget, I am the insomniac that you once used to be. Myself: I thought I was too, till the winter came knocking on my doors. Time froze. I froze in time, apparently. Me: Faff. When will you ever learn how to talk straight? Myself: It's proven. That's why food is preserved in freezers. The microbes' metabolism slows down in the near zero degree temperature range and hence they cannot carry on with their work of spoiling the food. So you see it's humane for your body clock ...

The air is dry Truth is a far cry Do you feel the prick on the skin? Why are you not hunting for truth within? Trees are shedding leaves There is someone who believes Is a leaf better dead than not alive? Is there a better meaning to your lives? Birds are migrating You men are struggling Isn't the world their playground? Why is it your battleground? The snow is sparkling white Your lives are blank How does the snow not stain? Why do you not feel another's pain? The winter season is here The search for reason is here Are you cold under the feeble sun? Did my heart unfold a story unsung?