Wednesday, April 9, 2008

The cruel clock
drags slowly to half past one.
Two tiny white pills..
I cling on to my weapons.

Pillow cold as ice
heavier than wet unyielding rock
soft, white, moonlit bed
a mound of broken glass

The solitary streetlight
makes the shadows
dance on the ceiling
to the tunes of melancholy

Caressing my brow with love
the Angel of pain bathes
in the splendor
of deafening silence

“Rest is for the weak”,
she whispers
and gifts me
another night insane.

© 2008 by Chhaya. All rights reserved
PS: the image is googled


John May 3, 2008 at 11:15 AM  

Wow. I like how you take a simple subject like insomnia and make it really poetic. Good work!

Bobbi May 5, 2008 at 7:44 PM  

I've read most all of your poetry here, I will come back for more. You express yourself in poem so beautifully. Thanks for sharing your wonderful words with the world.

shea holliman September 12, 2008 at 7:50 AM  

thanks, how are you?
well, things have been better, sure you've heard about the US economy and the energy crisis, but it's like that saying life sucks then you die

Outsider September 20, 2008 at 7:04 AM  

I like this one, keep writting ;)

Outsider September 20, 2008 at 5:58 PM  

Uff for me i drink coffee and then the insomnia comes.
The taste is so good...whatever

Hey come on, write a poem where you can say something about coffee :p


Anonymous,  June 26, 2009 at 11:58 AM  

sirdard, thakaan, anidra(INSOMNI) jaao bhuuL,

Chhaya June 26, 2009 at 12:12 PM  

@Crazy -

i am going to kill u!!! lol

Opaque July 2, 2009 at 5:17 PM  

I've read a couple of songs and poems about this topic. But, to me, this one stands out and ahead from the rest.

You've captured the essence of insomnia which only insomniacs can realistically express. I am one and so can relate.

Brilliant! Keep your upcoming poems filled with a high dose of reality such as this one, okay. Good luck!!!

itsyvitsy October 15, 2009 at 1:16 PM  

You haven't taken much pain here to be cryptic here, have you? It is straight and absolutely realistic. This is perhaps what makes this poem stand out as a separate, yet nice entity from the rest of your poems.

I sense the restlessness in this poem. I guess many of us can allow these lines to wrap us up and relate to it, as we pour souls have this feeling of insomnia whenever there is lot to achieve but there is very little time.

Anonymous,  October 16, 2009 at 4:21 PM  

straight from the heart... no no... straight from the wide awake eyes... loved reading it... i read it sometime back but left it without a comment...

sojaya karo warna gabbar aajayega....

IdleMind October 16, 2009 at 6:18 PM  

The restless life of the techie can be the only comparison ... oh, sleepless nights ... and so much more. Reminds me of days when I was a junior worker ... working around 18-19 hours for seven months at a stretch @ onsite.

Anyway, rukaawat ke liye khed hain ... but pls pack up fast! :)

swapnanjali October 20, 2009 at 4:45 PM  

Hey Cindy...nice to read ur content after so many days...yes you can only describe the motion of time so also so many times feel like that whether the watching is in moving position or still position best wishes...Some one of ibibo(swapnanjali)

here is my link

Swapnanjali October 20, 2009 at 5:23 PM  

only you can describe the time and movement of watch so nicely ... here i'm Some one(swapnanjali) of ibibo

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