Stone-hard lying on the bed,
I look at the dark ceiling above.
Fistful of memories and,
handful of love keep me awake.
No, it is the eyes that respond not.
A blank mind works effortlessly.
Mine has an array of feelings un-tuned.
Dark eyes stay open all night,
A bulb flickers in their vacant stares.
I just wonder and wonder,
Till my warm breath fuses with the damp air.
I just lay on bed and watch,
My fate tangling with my dreams.
The life of an insomniac I lead,
That has a mesh of soul wired around,
rising with the falls and living under tides.
P.S. – I am back everyone! I wasn’t exactly busy but my life was too topsy-turvy to handle. Things are cooling down a little bit but gradually and I am hoping everything’s gonna be OK once again! Fingers crossed. 
And all my readers, I am sorry I kept you waiting for so long but in return for that I have exciting things to present to you. Hoping you’ll all love my ‘coming-soon’ posts.
Thanks for the like, but also for sharing this wonderful little poem.
And I am thankful to you for the read! and also for visiting my blog!
Insomnia… made for make me mad!
Thanks for take a visit on my blog
Can you read Italian poems too?
Hope to see you soon
Johnatan
Well, I cannot read Italian poems until translated to English!
Thanks for the visit.
Hoping to see you soon too.
This one I love….So brilliantly described
I love this poem a lot too! I am actually a half-insomniac. So all the lines in this poem are true. I was actually staring at the dark ceiling and the lines formed in my mind of their own accord.
Thank you for stopping by. I am happy to see you liked my “Early Morning Thoughts” I actually write most of my writings half asleep.
Easy rhymes for that early of a time. I really enjoy “Insomniac”. It is very true.
I agree with you. Early morning and late night are perfect timings for writing poems.
if you are interested check this out and tell me if this is similar to the way it inspiration works for you
http://tteknipp8786.wordpress.com/the-way-it-works/
I’ll sure check out.
Welcome back dear! hope alls fine at ur end… this poem reflects ur comeback…
Thank you dear! Yeah, everything almost fine here.
And this poem reflects my life totally! Because I am kind of a half-insomniac. So every bit of word here is true.
with your permission…..
my insomnia is
in my dreams I chase
seeking solace and love
wandering in the sleepy maze !!!
Gr8 one !!
Nowadays, insomnia lingers everywhere! So I do understand your insomnia in dreams!
Wonderful reversals here, and great pic- a la Georges de la Tours. k.
Thank you!
Beautifully written!
Thanks Rohan!
Beautiful image and lyrics.
Keep blogging and thanks for this post.
This poem is a bitter truth about me. And I’ll sure try keep blogging and not discontinue. Sometimes situations force me to stop. But anyway, thanks for dropping by.
I am an occasional insomniac…sometimes a forced one due to my hectic duties.
Loved this poem coz i can connect to it. When i am not able to sleep, i will remember your poetry.