Saturday, November 7, 2009


I can’t sleep.
The bedside lamp is warm.
Yet, the faint glow
So cold,
So heartless.

The head board groans
Under my heavy thoughts.
I can’t sleep.

Growling beasts
Blacken my dreams.
Darkness creeps
Onto my bed.
The echoes sustain.

I can’t sleep.

I can’t sleep.
I can’t drift away.
Thinking cobwebs
Tie me down
To this stagnation.

So that,
I don’t sleep.


Ashwin said...

Really well thought out I must say.

adithya said...