Turmoil Of A Sleepless Night
The days are tiring I feel but the night will set me free,
I fall on my bed unfold my legs and again you haunt me!
It’s the end of the month I thought you would speak,
But you didn’t, so my pen, your might I must seek!
I lie on my bed my mind so full of thoughts,
I try to avoid as I remember the words of Frost,
But futile it runs because he spoke in happy verses,
And my heart bleeds in tears - serving as curses!
Your sweet smiling face haunts me here,
I am sleepless, you must be sleeping, I wonder!
The lights have been put off, its devilish dark around,
and my life with my dead hopes mewling on the ground!
My eyes are shut but I see you stand,
Between your hands you hold my hand,
And pressing my little finger again you repeat ‘great’,
Your eyes were the same I inhaled a sighful breath!
You were happy-happy as earlier,
We were together and between us no barrier,
again you talked and smiled like before,
We talked and we read and again talked more!
Just when my life was back like a ray of sunbeam,
My sleep broke and found out it was just another dream,
and again the struggle is starting inside my mind,
I wish I had no dream-I wish I were blind!
And so I sit writing this when my mind is at a civil fight,
to find little fragments of peace in this sleepless night!