Sleep was a charlatan
Asking me to recline
Obfuscating the light
Head leaning away
From the dreams
Distant clock chimed
An alien tune of time
Pushing life away
Toward an unreality
Dreams flowing away
Cascading furiously
The impaled heart
Unable to feel the rush
Resting on clock hands
It was anticlimactic
Dreams rushed in
From unknown lands
Sleep seized the day
Hapless dreams
Spoke in dejected tone
A reclining body
Weak and empty life
Embrowned horizon
A difficult sunset
-Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 