I just Scribbled down these lines while sitting idle..

Nothing on the mind can take away the feel that you gave me the other day.
Would I ever care to dream about something new, that eases me away?
Broken dreams and cluttered desires keep me awake its now a ritual to hark
the silence, gather my unfulfilled wishes from the deepest dungeon sealed under clay.
Opening it page by page, reliving every moment and moaning to my fast paced heart
while clock takes me to the darkest realm of midnight where others are taken over by sleep
And I sit with myself and the epitaph of reality.
So I argue