That wobbly thing...

I saw a body. A mass or maybe the absence of mass

Fluid, unstable, sensitive

It was like a wobbly thing

When the wind blew. It would wobble with it. It would move and shift and displace

It was a lousy body, that looked as a man who was drunk

But then my hand touched the surface, I thought it would wobble again

Or atleast shift a bit

But instead, it parted

To accommodate my hand

To absorb me

I was drowning

I was melting

I was dissolving

I was disintegrating

Only to integrate into an endless me...

Kal raat..

Kal raat ko karvat badalti rahi. Par neend nahi aayi. Neend aa jaati toh shaayad sab kuch theek ho jaata. Swapn sa. Par zindagi ki sacchai ki thand lagti rahi, aur uss thand mein theethoorte hue main neend ka swapn dekti rahi.