Treasure Island

RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

(7TH OCTOBER 1951 / Trissur, Kerala State, India.)

SLEEPLESS....


Turning side to side,
Changing the headrest
And toes, she lied
Sleepless of the love
She dint know
Where to put a finger on,
Dreams of sweet sleep
And sleep's sweet dreams
Left her, she lay alone
In the bed forlorn,
Swept by a cool emotion,
She slid from thought
To thought thinking
Of the company
She could have had
With men she spoke,
Imaginging in one of
Their arms, being kissed,
Fondled, caressed
She spent the full night
Sleepless, yet knowing
Fully well that her worries
Are of no consequence,
That sleep just did not come.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 29, 2011

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