It hurt me with the pain of <br />Thousand bee stings, your <br />Plain thought soaked in the <br />Jasmine mist of my garden <br />On a deserted summer evening <br />Adding extra agony to my apathy <br /> <br />Alienated from myself I watched <br />On my unused shabby table <br />The tango of dust and light <br />Streaking through the window <br />One final time before the dark <br />Inviting the intolerable lonely hours <br /> <br />From the punishing comfort of <br />My house I walked out as if <br />Impatient feet themselves lead me <br />From beneath the boring roof <br />To the kiosk of full moon sky <br />That reminded me a bitter sickness pill <br /> <br />From the terrace of my suburban home <br />I searched the celestial vastness <br />Madly, for the thirteenth sign of zodiac <br />To kill the monotony of restlessness <br />That besets me often in your absence <br />On these sleep deprived unpleasant nights!<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleepless-32/
