Oh, it’s that wonderful time
When only a handful few hear those serenity chimes
Lovers to each other whispering sweet nothings
Exes remembering some old broken things
Writers pouring their hearts out
Readers digging a book inside out
Radio jockeys humming into their mikes
Insomniacs and sleep deep into a fight
Students with books burn their midnight oil
Hapless employees on their spreadsheets toil
Security guards on duty, sticks clasped in their hands
Thugs successfully working away somewhere with their plans
Yes, we all are strangers in the night
Bound by a connection obscure, a part of this nocturnal tribe!!
This post is written for the Write Tribe - 100 Words on Saturday 2014 – 2
Prompt: Strangers in the night.