A Night

I am with

Pin drop silent

In the work

Paused memory

Cleaned the mind

I felt

Time is not moving

Life in a parallel line

I wanted to be in

Whole of the night

But I am afraid of

Silence of the night

When the memory begins to play

I am surrounded by past

As it is deep and quiet

I cannot move

I want to break

The parallel line

Until the dawn comes

It belongs to night

Udaya  R. Tennakoon