..You call me when I am asleep

You wake me when I am tired

I fail to call you when I feel

I end up opaque when I think to pass through

Light are my nerves for a pass when it becomes dark

Bright are my chances to speak when it is dark

I am surely mobile and can fly well

Only on conditions of deep sleep and keep quiet

Who knows where I fly to night

And who waits to meet in my flight

I wonder when awake

Why my brothers are silent

And how my sisters are more than silent

When I cried no body listened to but my sisters

And nobody did care for what I cried all through

Now The curtains raised

I enjoy a movie where at

The characters are many

With their other halves tunneling through

The future for many more

Less are the memories and the pages are always torn and thrown

But the spell is bound and the music is punctured

Qued in my brain the leaves

Some one read them not loud

wishpers layered play back

perceptible vocal and musical

The drama is act wise