Thursday, February 13, 2014

Insomnia

Tip tip tip, tip tip.
Again.
Leak in the bathroom,
Resonant in silent night.
Incessant notes,
Inspired insomnia,
Amply aided
By
Numb limbs and cold quilt.
Peeped out of
Fluffy contours,
Cold dark room
Stared at her.
Checked her mobile;
Missed her Orpat alarm-clock,
With radium glow for night
(So very convenient);
Checked her call-list,
(Had dialed
Home
At 10:58P.M.
Three hours ago);
Scanned her messages
(Sighed, SMS era had ended)
Deleted, Read, Reread;
Played Sudoku,
Lost lives in Diamond Rush,
Entered Farmville,
Ploughed, sowed,
Planted a rose,
Milked a cow.
And finally kipped,
Only to wake up at cockcrow.

4 comments:

  1. so many visuals of a lonely life - numb limbs - cold quilts - lost lives . . . beautifully done.

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    1. Thank you so much for such kind words :)

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  2. I often suffer from insomnia, and you have painted vivid portrait of exactly how frustrating it can be. This was beautifully written and extremely true to life. Have a blessed day!

    Cheryl

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    1. Thank you so much for such positive feedback on this little piece, Cheryl. You too have a wonderful day ahead :)

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