Its the illusion rather,
A thirsty man,
Searching for water,
A desert area.......
But ends up with a hope lost in despair,
Broken and scattered into pieces,
When i were a kid,
Nights were about
'sleeps' ,
A fairy land,
A queen talking her way in the sleep,
Wonderful slideshow of dreams,
Decorated colourfully,
But eventually
Night changed its definitions
And
So did the 'sleep'...
Slowly and gradually
The princess of that fairyland disappeared with the broken hopes,
The night turned out to be more about darkness, awful, pathetic black matters,
No longer about the dreams,
No longer about the hope,
No longer about the 'sleep'
Night changed its definitions...........
The words of my mom,
Swirls round my head every nights when i cannot take a nap,
'Baby go to sleep; its already dark outside'
But mom
You forgot to describe the pain filled in these darker nights,
How painful and awful the nights were going to be??
Every night i go to bed,
I try to sleep very hard,
I bend left,
turn right,
Tilt down; suppress myself tight,
No nothing works,
I take a round round and round around where i sleep
But f**k nothing works
I just take numerous rounds rounds around my bed
Billions of matters hit my head,
They are not some protons, neutrons or electrons,
Minute matters
They are rather the matters of galaxies
Which is obeying the theory of expansion
Occupying space beyond my brains carrying capacity
And
Making me burst frequently on tears
Momma these days nights are not about sleep
Nights are about tears
Maybe momma
You forgot me to describe something about nights,
Besides the beautiful moon,
Besides the twinkling stars,
There exist billions of scars,
Which are never going to bury lifetime,
And this era is the era of sleeping pills,
Coz the sleep eventually loses its definition with growing time
Maybe
This is an era of sleeping pills.
A thirsty man,
Searching for water,
A desert area.......
But ends up with a hope lost in despair,
Broken and scattered into pieces,
When i were a kid,
Nights were about
'sleeps' ,
A fairy land,
A queen talking her way in the sleep,
Wonderful slideshow of dreams,
Decorated colourfully,
But eventually
Night changed its definitions
And
So did the 'sleep'...
Slowly and gradually
The princess of that fairyland disappeared with the broken hopes,
The night turned out to be more about darkness, awful, pathetic black matters,
No longer about the dreams,
No longer about the hope,
No longer about the 'sleep'
Night changed its definitions...........
The words of my mom,
Swirls round my head every nights when i cannot take a nap,
'Baby go to sleep; its already dark outside'
But mom
You forgot to describe the pain filled in these darker nights,
How painful and awful the nights were going to be??
Every night i go to bed,
I try to sleep very hard,
I bend left,
turn right,
Tilt down; suppress myself tight,
No nothing works,
I take a round round and round around where i sleep
But f**k nothing works
I just take numerous rounds rounds around my bed
Billions of matters hit my head,
They are not some protons, neutrons or electrons,
Minute matters
They are rather the matters of galaxies
Which is obeying the theory of expansion
Occupying space beyond my brains carrying capacity
And
Making me burst frequently on tears
Momma these days nights are not about sleep
Nights are about tears
Nights are about tears
Maybe momma
You forgot me to describe something about nights,
Besides the beautiful moon,
Besides the twinkling stars,
There exist billions of scars,
Which are never going to bury lifetime,
And this era is the era of sleeping pills,
Coz the sleep eventually loses its definition with growing time
Maybe
This is an era of sleeping pills.
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