Sleepless Poem by Divya Sarrma

With every dark passage, a thought skipped
Leaving blank spaces within controlled thoughts
A concrete connection drifted into a sublime reality
Creating acquaintances
While feet felt cold and hands felt warm.

Lay awake or this dream might end
A moment’s wink and it will be gone.
Startling wakes are a practice now
I frantically feel the enchanting directions.
A blink and its gone.

Resting my head on your shoulder
Wondering if its dejavu; wondering if its yours or mine
Mine are dug into unattainable scattered locales
Yours I speculate as I lay awake.

A loud call of creativity
Ashes is all I see
Layers and layers of liquid thoughts,
Waiting to seep through my mind into your veins
Finally nudge me back into sleep.