The Insomniac

As the dark envelops the earth like a pall of gloom,

I stay wide awake in my room,

Tossing and turning in the bed,

I wait for the sleep to come to my aid.

But sleep remains aloof,

Ever elusive,

No matter how much I cajole it

To descend on my drooping eyelids.

Instead I drift into a fitful slumber,

Only to get awake by a lurid nightmare.

Slowly the darkness fades away,

And the first rays of sun lights up the horizon;

I silently pray for serenity to return

And all turbulence to be gone.

The Evening Musing

An imminent April evening,

The afternoon tea, a dusty city road-

And your hand on mine,

I left those far behind in time.

Here the ruddy glow of sun lingers long,

Before giving way to a calm twilight;

Like the after-taste of a passionate kiss-

That lingers long on taste-buds after it's finished.

Now all my evenings are dull and vapid,

Colored by the grey quotidian monotony;

A solitary moon hangs here-

Among an ocean of twinkling stars.

Unbidden, the night comes-

Dark, sultry, humid April nights;

The solitary moon shines night-long,

As it has been shining since eons.

Diamond Harbour Diaries - 1

The Hooghly River at Diamond Harbour, West Bengal, India

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