Insomniac Night

 

Rolling from east to west on my hard bed

Words are fighting in my brain

Pen is nowhere to be found

Books are having their peaceful rest.

My head is full of poetic words

That I wish to make a prophetic words

Even the night could witness my aesthetic pains

He could hear the sound of energetic swords

Sweat filled my body like sourceless ocean

My hard bed became soft like loaf of bread

My pillow couldn't resist the sweat 

it soaked like a thirsty child.

My hair is standing like battalion 

Waiting for commander's order

But my eyebrows are willing to shut

Even with the pains I go through

they care not; for peaceful hypersomnia has them.

I stood erected like lustful man-point

Ready to penetrate the sacred virgin

My eyes were still walking to and fro

A glass of water saved them.

I fought my way to the sacred lamp of writer

Lighting the darkness in my room

I sat on my inspirational chair

waiting for the words to boom.

I opened the window in my room

Then the angry breeze blew my lamp

Turning my room to gloom

My heart beat in doom.

I fueled my lamp and shut my frame

Then my pen was lighted from afar

And my book opened wide like the gate of heaven

Boom! the word exploded and my head is liberated.