I often feel that nights are the end!
end to the everyday turmoil,
end to the mental cluttering,
end to the internal commotion!

And that the maze would be solved with the dawn!
But the puzzle is refreshed each morning
with new set of rules,
with new pictures to be fixed in!

And the wheel never halts!
Riding through the infinite time,
the obscure pieces of my mind!

And though, it feels like I am losing it
And though, it looks like I am giving up;
Yet, with every night, that falls before,
I feel ascertained that this hustle will end!
And I, will find peace with the dynamics of life!

I often feel that nights are the end!