“Pooh tries to sleep
counts on all the sheeps
Planned where to keep money
Alas! Eats all his honey”
Cases of those bad nights
When you are awake
And your eyes see through many things
Things of past,
What you shouldn’t have done
Or what you should have.
Like those episodes
Where flashback strikes continuously
This insomnia is just that
Classic mirror of regrets, depression and moments.
Thoughts run all round the mind
If picturisation was possible
It would be an amazing piece of art
How interesting a person is
How a person crosses an invisible boundary
And goes on a strange place
He tries to turn back, but,
Eyelids dont close, just blink.
Such an extraordinary crime it is,
A person’s sleep is robbed
And nobody stands as the defendant.
There are sleepless nights in the lives of each of us. I tried to put this in poetry. Tell me your way of vision in the comments below. Thanks a ton for reading. Come again 🙂