Insomniac's Delirium

This poem I wrote long time back. May be around 2006. At that time I barely knew what insomnia is. So it could be assumed that the poem was written from vicarious contemplation. In fact, this poem had found a tiny space in The Times of India. Although, I wonder how many have read  it. Anyway, now that I know what insomnia is, I ruminate over the muse who caused this poem.  

Insomniac’s Delirium

Hundred Phantoms haunt my mind;

Of past, present and unknown times.

Wanton desire’s panging existence;

Drenching me with sweating glands.

From the dead of night

Till the brink of dawn,

On my bed

I cringe and Beacon.

While my thirsty eyes

Chase fleeting sleep.

Sleep! Oh Sleep!

A will-o-the -wisp ?

If it comes natural to living beings;

Am I a ghost…..

In search of peace?

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