Between the floor of bed, and the roof of my quilt,
i was resting like a corpse, with some exotic guilt.
My bed, was trying its best, to comfort me in its lap,
and the quilt hugged me tight, leaving zero air gap.
The heap of books, beautifully decorated on my table,
were begging very hard, to recite a technical fable.
Fan kept staring, and walls, silently waiting,
to listen to my story, that i will be telling.
But i, lost there, don't know where,
perhaps, there, where no one is there.
I was struggling like hell, to find my lost part,
leaving my body here, and soul, far apart.
I kept walking towards nowhere, taking my shadow with me,
stars being the witness, moon, dropped its light, enabling me to see.
One step after other, with the later coming forth,
my feet kept competing, moving east west and north.
Walking and walking, i kept walking more,
Thinking and thinking, i kept thinking more.
Finding that the path is endless, i trembled with fear,
although inside the quilt, but wished some warmth to wear.
I felt a Luke warm drop, running fast to hide inside my hairs,
when my lashes closed up, to occupy the flooded tears.
The tick of clock, brought me back, but eyes, still wept,
left nowhere, now i was there, right where that corpse was kept.
In this way, one more night ended, so dark and demoniac,
i concluded, leaving the words- I am overly insomniac.