The Dreams Of An Insomnic... Poem by nupur singhal

he looked out of the ever insomnic eyes...
the one'z who were betrayed by dreams...
maybe reality would be halucination some day,
possible, seemingly untrue..

if all went well, would the world exist?
he would question the perplexed soul..
the answer would not be evident though,
was the soul dead? he wondered..

(consider though..)
if he had, what'z demanded by desires..
would the soul arise?
the phoenix rising from ashes, a myth...
the answer is, he didn think so...

giving such reasoning, he decided...
what difference if the world is so made..
grievances he would all drop,
and take life with a new encouraged state.

let the life come in, all at once,
let all reasons, be lost in the worldly maze...
instead of the sterile,
he would take it step by step...

so he begins a new phase,
things seeming to be far better..
without considerations he moved on,
a new link, breaking the old chain....

as the days shove past,
new discoveries take his heart..
then all seemed to go fairly well,
when one day, the lost link comes out of its shell...

the familiar path he tread,
seemed so dismal, somewhat like hell...
felt like running away from everything,
the dreams of an insomnic come to the helm.

things so unpleasant, so inhumane,
creeping in from all nooks, all's hell...
all commitments lost,
all faith pushed below the bottom..

as he walked on the road,
the roaring clouds, make him cry..
the breeze playing with his flaxes,
unaware of the pain hidden inside..

the rain starts falling,
the clouds could hold no more..
the eyes give away,
tears had ogred their fall..

nature following his plight,
the rain falls, the pain erupts,
and in that dismal way,
(all that was left were..)
tears in the rain.