INSOMNIAC @ ISB

(A re-rendition of INSOMNIAC)

I look out the rooftop, much like an HBS protagonist,

to view a chequered board of black and white.

A disarrayed bunch of knights and pawns, pausing their 'game'

for a convivial evening together in the moonlight.

I see majestic structures of sandstone all around,

dotted with guiding lights and welcoming doors. 

Separated by elegant green-yellow tree canopies,

which shadow cohabitant peacocks, snakes and boars.

I hear the faint strumming of an acoustic guitar,

punctuated with the sound of laughter and applause.

And the gentle whisper of the wind singing along,

as it slips through the atrium's deftly pillared jaws.

I smell the scent of tulips in the cool midnight breeze
transmitting the energy of a hundred high-spirited friends.
The aroma of chocolate and vanilla adorning birthday cakes
crafted beautifully to celebrate prevailing campus trends.

I have indeed been robbed this time, for I now have no sleep.
Even as this last fateful night draws to a hurried close.
As the robbers flee from sight, I realize - they are none other
than the crimson sky, the flowing lawns and the lovely ISB folk.

~Arnav