Sleepless

Sleepless

By Rajul Tiwari

A little heart trapped in a deadly tempest,
the whirlpool of emotions and no saviour in sight...
Wait for the sunnier day, pray for best,
life has the power to dissolve all plight...

The howling wind might scare you,
but believe me, still you will not die...
The lightning may not spare you,
but to know the truth, you have to live all lie...

All the voices couldn't pacify my dread,
the needles of drops pierced my being...
This is only a dream my mind has bred,
even after knowing this, I was scared of staying...

And I restlessly moved my hand to my face,
petrified but transfixed, I still couldn't open my eyes...
I tossed in bed and hurt, I woke up in daze,
dreams are not my friends and they won't leave me in peace...

I walked the cold floor and kissed the paper with my pen,
I knew this will help me, this has always been my secret zen...
My shadow crouched over the table, scribbling then,
I still heard the storm whistling from my window pane...

The reality took away the fear I harboured,
I opened the window and stared at the moor...
The vast resembled the ocean, but now I felt armoured,
The pen released my soul and here, I stand with my core...

People slept while the night was dancing in the hail,
the music was loud but melody was felt...
Nothing else could be heard, not a laughter nor a wail,
I went back to dream and decided to leave it alone to melt...

But the wind seived through the curtains and sang a song,
So much it gave to me, still I chose to keep less...
before writing, I listen and feel so much and so long,
as I put the period, dialogue ended...
Now the night slept, it is only me now, dancing to its music... sleepless...