Late Night Conversations Left to see nothing but the ceiling And then arrives this bottomless feeling As if the unknown gathers for a party To laugh on a long dug thought That silence visits with a loud thud , That gulp goes way down the throat for there are questions springing in dead autumns while answers seem like immortal chores When shall I meet me ? Am I me lately ? What is being me ? Calling me is me , with a tinge of philosophy Then I call a friend , yet disconnect For not everything is communicated in constant talking So Nights just pass in reeling, under thoughts, under the Ceiling Kal pe Sawaal Hai Jeena Filhal Hai .
