Nights..

Late night uneasy steps
Walking through corridors
Not wanting to go inside..

Waiting outside some doors
Yet unable to knock
As if death by my side..

So many nights
Spent that way
As if to get what
Everyone seemed to hide..

But why..?
Had no answer
That answer kept me awake
For so many nights..

Till people came to know
and said..
Insomniac turned schizoid
Talks to ghosts all night..