Indications of Change

It’s that time of the year when nights start behaving little oddly

There’s that sharpness in the air suddenly unsettling lazy thoughts

Wishing to watch the stars little longer and speak monotonously

No one is listening anyways other than the subtle life that breathes

Should one rush to gather all the thoughts that wander leisurely?

Saving them from the cold before they feel uneasy for this weather

But there is time to rush back to the confines of staid walls

Colours of the night is brighter and the moon is yet to settle down

Measure the soft blanket before gathering the precious reflections

Remember, a world of dreams will be assimilated before retiring

~Amitav