The melancholic hour !

Sometimes
my mind indulges inside

weird imaginations-
trying for desperate
escape from

strange atmosphere
of impending
doom!

where my
precognition jumps into

tattered remains
of melancholic memories:

and that is
the pleasure of
being cataract
 to madness

ineffably blissful
with scrambling grief of
cartwheeling
inside thoughts 

of which heart shrinks
into the play of
'mysticism'

that plays of unparalleled
terror defying
gravity and moonlight

incantation of
 high-rushing nostalgia

that swims with the
experience of
extreme boredom and
mild sadness !