Treasure Island

Palas Kumar Ray

(India)

A Journey To Reality


I felt no pressure on my eyes
no heaviness on my chest
no nausea or heartache.
It was very easy this time
reducing them in hundred
to make my friend list look more real.

Then I felt the headache.
This time I made no mistake
took the balm and rubbed it well
on my forehead.
Slowly relieved
I went to sleep for hours.
That is what you should demand.
A sleep with no dream to disturb.





© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved. 

Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2014
Edited: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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  • Adeline Foster (5/17/2014 12:38:00 PM)

    Interesting idea for a sleeping potion. Do you not find that all sleep is merely a time to weave poetry? Mine come in the wee hours when sleep has untangled the concerns of day.
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