'Bitter Chocolate'

The last dropp of sleep Slurped by the wily night I flew kites against The erratic insomniac air They once lifted me up And equally pulled me down Just the thread in my hands Didn't really make me a kite-flyer! The kites flew at their will Somersaulting like The best of gymnasts performing on the darkest sky Colourful dots losing their colour On the darkest skies Winds at their wits Me, a non-entity! I, like a dry river-bed Fail to squeeze out Even a single dropp To quench my thirst for sleep! 'Bitter Chocolate' More bitter on my tongue Muffled voices of the abused Kicked one another violently Against my invisible walls...