Sleep, you cheat!
You coward, you thief.
Quietly upbeat, as my weary nerves retreat-
Creeping from within of me.
Filling visions; requiring provisions.
Many a times, the peculiar kind.
Rattling to and fro, quite daintily though-
Offsprings of the eclipsed mind.
Trails of frost, stitched across
My cold, sullen windowpane.
While from the outside, bulky raindrops collide-
Appealing to my appalling pains.
Pain, is in a moment of truth
It’s in the time, which I realise.
That which probably was, apparently was not-
How it had been left behind.
Seeping in my sensitive skin,
But, alas! Finally in the past.
Maybe there’s more, to gloomy downpours-
Than the grey, ruthless rains.
-K.G.
You coward, you thief.
Quietly upbeat, as my weary nerves retreat-
Creeping from within of me.
Filling visions; requiring provisions.
Many a times, the peculiar kind.
Rattling to and fro, quite daintily though-
Offsprings of the eclipsed mind.
Trails of frost, stitched across
My cold, sullen windowpane.
While from the outside, bulky raindrops collide-
Appealing to my appalling pains.
Pain, is in a moment of truth
It’s in the time, which I realise.
That which probably was, apparently was not-
How it had been left behind.
Seeping in my sensitive skin,
But, alas! Finally in the past.
Maybe there’s more, to gloomy downpours-
Than the grey, ruthless rains.
-K.G.
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