Reverie

One, two, three, four

A rat-tat-tat through my core

Pinocchio revelries inside of me 

Ah, one-two, two-three

As the lights go out in the dead of the night

Nothing in sight and all is quiet

Thwarting my sleep at two-forty-five

The heart's letting words connive

Ideas rise from latency

As paper-pen become an exigency

Nimble footsteps, now compelled

To my desk- the paradoxical hell

Wriggling wrists, yearning to write

Selfishly smearing blue thoughts on white

Eager ears the notebook lends

With each new story a stronger friend

In this new dimension where all makes sense

There are no logos, nor a fence

Infinite beauty infinitely shines

Till in snooze I finally recline

-Rishika Chutani