Shrouded

I lie in wait, it is the twilight hour. The darkness is so dense that even the mind's eye cannot penetrate. I shut and open my eyes.I sense no difference. I am tired, exhausted. I count sheep. I force myself to sleep - In the hope that when I wake up, it would be a new day. I desperately try and sense for signs of activity. But I hear not the chirp of birds or milk vans on the roads. There is no bluish-grey tint to the sky. They say that the night is darkest just before day break. Maybe, Is raat ki koi subah nahi.