Insomnia
Insomnia was an english word
and then I signed a courier receipt.
It was cancelled cheque
for reception hall.
A place to scribble words. Allow them to take shape. Sometimes they lead me to a merry dance; sometimes dancing to their own tune or even running away. Maybe one day they will tango with me and then....
Insomnia was an english word
and then I signed a courier receipt.
It was cancelled cheque
for reception hall.
Isn’t it difficult to say what life will bring on?
And would you say, it is impossible
to know what it will take away?
As I watch this breath, going in and out -
relentlessly
I wonder will it stop now?
This moment?
This very moment?
And I wonder
will I even struggle against it?