Sleep takes me to another dimension of time
I may choose not to fall asleep and talk to the night in gibberish
The pull is quite intense
Sometimes sleep come with a sinister feeling
Whoever pulls the strings and eventually dominates the mind
The strong resolve dissolves in the deepest ocean of sleep
Night transforms into someone who watches over with powerful eyes
I try resisting the urge like a confused traveller across the desert
Sleep feels sweet when it echoes hallucinatory sounds
Assured of lesser struggle the consciousness surrenders
All that I can do is to retrace the past time through the dreams
Impossible at times, when they all disappear like a truant child
Few days can be skipped, but eventually grabbed by the night
Where does freedom come from?
This world is kind of contradictory to the drowsy mind
Sometimes, the reality is louder and distinct is such a state
The intense pull I cannot resist- it’s sleep and my dreams
~Amitav
Too loud at time. I wish it were quieter.
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The reality is and there is reality which we create. We make it louder and unbearable.
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And then we moan.
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