Endings are abstruse, mystic and unreal. They are but depleted beginnings purposed to be substituted with newer ones.A transition of outlook and time, similar to our differing moods before and after slumber. Before the act we witness an exhaustion, a sulkiness but on gaining consciousness, we’re rejuvenated and good humored. The wakefulness is the new beginning whereas the tension the disturbance we perceive each night is the weariness of the beginnings, of each day. So there never really is an end, all that there are are beginnings.Beginnings which are promising, which offer hope, which have a new leash on life, which neither denounce nor belittle rather soothe and console by reconstructing the broken pieces of yesterday, mending them and reinforcing them with courage and beauty like never before.

Far away soul in a dreamy stateForgotten slumber seemingly latePure rhythmic love now rising higherUnclad passion our only attire

Dream? What it is? If you realise it, it's everything; if not, continue the slumber.

You must be more alive than life.You must see darkness danceand hear silence sing.You must be more awake than lightfor we aren’t born sleepingand we shouldn’t live sleeping.Only then will death’s slumberbecome sweet.

There’s an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.

Because at nightwhen others are sleeping, I drown myself in poetry.

There are so many people who though can fight life and win greatly, yet they have imprisoned their own true strength and they just beg at the feet of defeat and miserable life, knowingly or unknowingly, at the expense of their true purpose! Awake whilst you have life and do something noble with all our might now!

You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can't cope.

Foolishness sleeps soundly, while knowledge turns with each thinking hour, longing for the dawn of answers.

Still enveloped in a blanket of dreams he (life) continued to lie still, pretended as if he was in a deep slumber.

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.

Day and NightThe night is long: do not shorten it by sleep. The day is fair: do not darken it with wrongdoing.

...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...

Might there come a timeWhen we stand over a graveAnd mourn ourselves?Mourn the past, a previous life?Shall we weep for the passing of time?Shall we grieve for unfulfilled dreams?In my naivety; in my beliefIn immortal youth, I sleep walk through life.Someone... wake me up.Please.Wake me up.