I am ready to doze off any moment,
My eyes are ready to close their wings.
I want to go on flight of my fantasies,
Some called for willingly,some undesirable.
I wish to take a good nap,
I wish to sleep for hours too.
I wouldn’t mind getting up next dawn,
But even few minutes to few hours will do.
Still I feel stifled when I think of dreams,
I get such nightmares often,
That in my sleep, I shout,cry and scream.
But then sometimes a known stranger,
Invades my disturbing thoughts.
He picks me up in his strong arms,
And proceeds to do what not.
Surprisingly I do not get upset,
I don’t even object to him and his acts.
May be I look up to him as a savior
From my life and its disturbing facts.
I keep thinking of him till sleep finally gets to me
It is often too late and I wake up dizzy and dreary.
My eye’s hollow sockets surrounded by haze of daze.
I keep wondering ,when I will escape this hazy maze .
Conflicting emotions disturb a troubled or worried mind.An interesting read.
The title says it all. Title justifies. Interesting.
A poem that follows the stream of a drowsy consciousness very convincingly .
Whimsical and playful…displays the talent of the poet