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Insomnia

Just as twilight covers a sleeping bridge,
with its overwhelming lustre, bit-by-bit;
insomnia hits me hard,
grows on me, inch-by-inch.
and I pass hours, days, months & years,
each single night.

It creeps from under my two heavy pillows,
and from beneath the aches of my tired torso,
and from throbbing, drumbeating temples,
to ask one crushing question-
“Who will leave now? Who will leave?”

Covered in a fervent loop,
sleep acts like a blurred labyrinth,
difficult to look at.
so I fill the silence with some random thoughts-
like,
his love for cauliflower,
her rendezvous with coffee,
and few other sundries,
which are as unimportant as this night!

So I picture-
there’s that misty smell,
some freshly cut grass,
some music- Scubert’s piano perhaps.
I sense all this and pat myself to sleep,
just when,
the Question with ten legs again stings my breast-
“Who will leave now?" He asks, "Who will leave?”

Perhaps this very thought,
seizes my forty winks,
every three-sixty-five day…