The day finally comes to an end. There’s the fatigue of a long and grueling work, and the wonder – how increasingly mechanical the daily routines have become of late. And there’s the bliss of sleep. Nothing compares a good sleep at the end of a long hard day. Good Night. Sleep Tight.

A piece of dream
Beckons me
As I sit
Stretching out
The final strains
Of a long day

Little grains of sleep
Around sullen eyes
Clouds of mirages
From the day gone by.

Mirages of men
Of voices heard
And tales told
Lingering smiles
Delicate frowns
Love, Hate
And other such illusions
Hover the eyes

I slip, meanwhile,
Through corridors of sleep
Into the land afar
Where dreams await
Refugees from reality.


3 Responses to “Sleepy…”

  1. 1 Taks

    Fantastic poem, mate !

  2. 2 Nandini

    Hey ,

    This is the first time i came across ur blog(Thanks to TM) :D Wonderful writing. Great Going !!

  3. Wonderful poem Kishore

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