Riding High On Insomnia '

And on nights When panic strikes And sleep eludes Even the slightest sound Conjures to descend On the unsettling nerves The indiscernible depth in the belly Expands to gorge on the self And on nights When panic strikes And sleep eludes Moving from room to room Darkness dispels at a click And follows at another click To stay put within Awaiting another ‘click’ And on nights When panic strikes And sleep eludes The emptiness drowned in vain in long gulps Stretches its tentacles to grip The body in greed as if A hungry tide on a dark sea On a fateful night And on nights When panic strikes And sleep eludes Panic and sleep connive To beat life out of the outer shell And to throw the inner out of its gear (24 May 2011)