The Restless Soul

Heartbeats are the loudest sounds,
Silence all around surrounds;
Eyebrows dance with music in the ears,
Sight is blurred and mouth fed with salty tears,
Restless I am; restlessness for too long prolongs
As, restlessly, I move on to dance to many songs
And there stood none to watch and see,
Only rotten tomatoes and eggs flying at me;
The hall was moonless dark: no lights,
A semblance to resemble my plights;
I keep dancing awfully to music never heard
Feeling odd, awkward and so much absurd,
Then, cries of hell reverberate and echo several times
As my soul cries too; it’s been tried severely for no crimes;
A knock wakes me up; it’s Chhotu, the ‘canteen-boy’,
“Tonight’s Freshers’ Night, be full of joy!”