By Nitusmita Saikia
Contributing Author for Spark Igniting Minds
Broken sleep at midnight drags me afar
As if the spirit out of the fleshy creature,
And my gaze floats in the empty space...!
No outset for these soulless questions,
Monstrous creatures groan at me!
Whom to answer; which one supposed to pick,
within the whirlpool of annoying noises,
I have been forced to be caged!
Broken sleep at midnight dragged me this far.
Being a gladiator of the night,
I find myself in a new avatar!
Crying alone; laughing alone,
Breathing hopelessness;
me and my mind all along,
Go on counting the accounts of life,
And so my eyelids,
entrusted with some new loads, sigh!
Laden with lot of queries...!
No more sleep; not at all sleeping,
Left and right turning around,
A spineless dwarf is nothing but night bound!
Fairly fed with thoughts that cost nothing,
Between good and bad they exist,
Sometimes for me; at times for the world,
What is next; amidst darkness nowhere to go!
Disappointed and depressed; me and my mind,
Spiritless, soulless; mass of junk,
A nut within some broken pieces,
Atavistically in a mentally sick night,
Without reason it breaks down,
mentally sick is now my sleep!
(Featured Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay)
About the Author
Nitusmita Saika is by profession an instructor in National Cadet Corps, She writes both in English and Assamese. She has been writing poetry for e-magazines like FM online magazine for couple of years.
Her poems have been published in various anthologies under www.realisticpoetry.com and much more.
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