Late night with a cup of tea

Raises the night. People start falling down in the streets. Rickshaw, cars started in the community. In the light of the city sleeping. I am in jail.
The warm tea cup in the hand. I see the lighting of light in some other homes. I am not able to breathe in the air. No, I am not alone. There are some more mummies in the jazz. They may not have communication. Nevertheless, we all are awake birds.
The dear man lying on the side slept deeply. I look at the eyes of Apolak. The song is playing. The night comes and joins it. "Ravi Thakur's song. I used to go slowly in the tune of melody. I am

Hours before swelling began to work on sleeping sickness. I started traveling in the country of dreams. Some people hold my hand firmly on my face. I go to the top of a hill that does not know me. The sky is covered with dense black clouds. The rain gets wet I went to the vigilance. I want to laugh at me. I want to take it too. Suddenly, I rushed to the lightning thunder.
Sleep broke me. Where am I confused about it. I can understand after a while. I was in the dream. I am now in reality. The phone was ringing on it. That was the lightning thunder. The phone is not in the hand. 7 missiles. Standing beside the windows in a narrow wall. Look, the road is busy. Big people, cars, rickshaws. Suddenly watch
The quirk goes away. Look at 2 o'clock at 10 o'clock. Hahahahah. Just a smile for a while. It is noon. It is in my morning. It is a bit of a dream.
A cup of tea is standing in the verandah. The rain starts on me. It starts waiting for me. Waiting for a beautiful beautiful dream. I dream that I live in a little bit. I'm wet in the rain.

writter @qrs