Iss raat ki subah nahi

she's fading into the obscurity of her endless thoughts
a pit of
hissing snakes
torrid storms
silver linings
sobbing maidens
sly pranks
loud chatter
air
caustic claustrophobia
try as she might to come to an end, a conclusion,
she falls
further
into the vacuum of too much
where the silence
and
the noise
battle with treacherous swords
leaving her distraught
in shreds
groping
for answers
to a lost cause
to a won war