Nights like this..

And sometimes on nights like this, I lie on my bed listless and aimless, drifting gradually to a world which does not exist. Life or rather the present at least, starts floating and the very existence is reduced to nothing more than a limbo!! The world which sometimes looks so wonderful suddenly starts looking so indifferent. Some emotions which are relegated to the back of consciousness suddenly start popping up and reminding that it's but a strange thing this life. And while I think of these things there rings one more voice in my head, which tells me why are you thinking currently, why are u using words like life etc. when you know that you are not even remotely active or alive to ponder or theorize about life and its ups and downs. And that voice is more often than not very true as is the case today also. But then it is fun to note some of these moments also, moments when one writes or thinks in a somnolent state, almost as if one is not writing at all.