On the outskirts of my consciousness
Words come, touch and flee
Having made love to my insomnia
At dawn, they abandon me
To plunge into my limbo
I stretch on reality’s cliff
Thoughts are then most lucid
With reason, perennial tiff
They stay but for an instant
Daylight breaks the spell
Or maybe they lived an aeon
And sent me back to hell
In greed I grab my pen
To arrest whatever’s left
They grant me no sympathy
As I blindly reach, bereft
The sun awakes the body
From the nocturnal guests
And scandals that left no mark
The mind pines for slumber
From the diurnal pests
For the only light was in the dark
Reshma,it is so beautifully penned!!Just loved every bit of it!
ReplyDeleteThanks, ankita :)
DeleteThis reminds me of my poem 'Sleeplessness'. Though this is much better than that. Mine was light. This is deep. :)
ReplyDeleteI seriously doubt that. But thank you :)
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