The Mid-night thought

Its almost midnight, 11:57 pm!
A dumb and still you are,
Yet a time to converse the unspoken words,
Which seem powerful and meaningful for this time.

A deeply dead and buried you are,
Yet alive and mentally a laborious one,
Of cerebration of million thoughts
Yet a zero million expression.

No delicate blankets, soft pillow and bouncing mattress
Could put me to sleep.
Dawn is becoming a miles journey.

Before completing this journey of miles
I have battle to overcome
A battle that goes inside
Between the heart and mind.

Of undergoing all these battle
I know its of no use
In fact, it's a waste of useful time.

I know those thought thoughts
Would precipitate like crystal dews on the grass,
And evaporate when sun shines.
Nevertheless, sorry for insisting my hand,
To scribble you-the troubling thoughts
Into my journal
So I might protect you
From precipitation and evaporation.