The Sleepless Nights

By Sweta Binod Kumar

It used to be sleepy nights when I was a kid

No second thoughts and never slept worried

Calm and quiet nights would be then

Used to build my own fairy tales often

The horror shows on TV and innocent gossips about ghost

Made me hide under blanket and heart sank inside some coast

Only school and play, some paintings and clay

Intoxicated curious eyes, tired body slept anywhere anyway

Those nights transformed slowly

Never knew it would become sleepless very shortly

Suddenly I found it hopeless and sad

Filled with stress and making me mad

The sleeplessness reminds me of the intense fog

In the darkest night with the barking dog

Where I am a passerby without a torch

It seems ghosts are celebrating in an old house porch

Maybe I won’t reach my destination

Maybe I will be killed by a thief’s desperation

I have become blind but can see fear all-around

If I scream also no one will hear my sound

Then I saw a vague light coming from the street

I cried for help and ran towards it tearing the misty sheet

The light bearer was helpful and kind

God dropped an angel for the blind

He accompanied me on the lonely road

All my fears flew abroad

My heart was filled with faith & hope

With him, all the hurdles I could cope

Then I woke up with a big scream

Someone was holding my hand tightly in the dream

I turned around and there was no one

I tried to disengage my hands from none

I know I am talking about something so in common

You would tell me to hang on

The teen’s dilemma and confusions

We all go through these delusions

The sleepless nights are everyone’s story

Don’t share it with us to take glory

But I am sharing this to you to say I am not indifferent

And I have the story which might be insignificant

I just want to share my pain

I am sure you are also a part of this chain

Sharing is caring my friend

I think it is the best trend

I always run fast and faster

Hoping to sleep little tighter

I always chase something unknown

And my uneasiness has grown

My friends and family

The counting has dropped rapidly

I wish someday the night will be little darker

And the next day……… the Sun will be brighter

By Sweta Binod Kumar