There are days when I feel my mind brimming with wonderful, creative ideas. Also there are days when my mind gets sterile due to worries, fear and academic pressure. These days I seriously look for inspiration in the field of writing, anything that could inspire me up to an extent that I leave up my clumsily lazy abode and switch on to the computer’s text editor.
Tonight I found inspiration in insomnia. I am a night owl or I should say have gradually turned into one. I keep on fighting my insomnia. Some of the days I win and the other days I give up and submit staying awake till the dawn.
Every night, plundered by weird thoughts,
I get on to fight this clingy insomnia,
To overpower the depressive drought,
Dullness and not a single creative idea.
My eyelids, I forcibly shut,
In mind I play a soothing hymn,
Nothing happens to work but,
Sleepiness fades with time.
Hoping to get finally eloped with sleep,
I toss and turn and then lie still.
Suddenly, my childhood memories beep,
The days of ‘whenever I wish to sleep, I will’.
Sometimes, the ceiling fan goes too loud,
And sometimes, the roommate’s computer.
Heavier gets the dark night’s shroud,
My dustbin mind gets stuffed with clutter.
I plug my ears with headphones,
And snuggle up with the sheet.
Trying to rest with the musical moans,
Playlist of those favorite beats.
The playlist soon bids Good Night,
As if it too wishes to get some sleep.
I wonder about my comical plight,
Into the weird thoughts down and deep.
I give up fighting, hopeless in the end,
And decide to stay alive till the dawn.
To witness the energy that mornings send,
Sleep bereft but perhaps, with the hundredth yawn.
I share my sleepless pity with those who care,
They spring up with countless of remedial ways.
Some teach me to correct, others angrily glare.
I ignore all these looking at nights turning into days.
It’s 5:24 am and I can hear the birds chirping. 🙂
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