It hurt me with the pain of
Thousand bee stings, your
Plain thought soaked in the
Jasmine mist of my garden
On a deserted summer evening
Adding extra agony to my apathy
Alienated from myself I watched
On my unused shabby table
The tango of dust and light
Streaking through the window
One final time before the dark
Inviting the intolerable lonely hours
From the punishing comfort of
My house I walked out as if
Impatient feet themselves lead me
From beneath the boring roof
To the kiosk of full moon sky
That reminded me a bitter sickness pill
From the terrace of my suburban home
I searched the celestial vastness
Madly, for the thirteenth sign of zodiac
To kill the monotony of restlessness
That besets me often in your absence
On these sleep deprived unpleasant nights!
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleepless-32/
