The insomnia song

As the sun settles down
and moon peeps through
Amidst the winks of stars
Scrunching through the broken barks
and distant sky larks
You should see me weave my thoughts
using a silk string
twisting it with grandeur and
adding some beads of wishes.
Somedays the string breaks loose,
the beads are scattered
leaving behind a gap
like the void of solitude.
Somedays these are strung tight,
requesting some breathing space,
strung up like my contemplation
over my own ineptitude.

As the sun settles down
And moon peeps through
Cuddled up with the cloak of night
And turned off light
You should come along the way
As I lead you through the doors
Of the castle that I have visited
Multiple times on my head.
The painted fields of sunflowers
to blunt heads of the flower bed.
You should she me as I fly
with the pigs like James Reeves
crossing oceans million times
to the far faraway land.
Somedays be welcomed with a pomp
And ornate bejeweled banquet meal.
Somedays with irked dragons
And monsters of the dreary hill.

As the sun settles down
and moon peeps through
I travel with the words of song
I unravel the mysteries
I think of all that went wrong
I delve into the history.
Off I go off the screen
Beyond the sleep and awakening dreams.
Most days I try counting sheep
And everyday I find them missing.
You should see me when I drown
Or act like a clowny clown
Grooving along "bang a gong".
Or like today writing a song.
Of insomnia.
© srijaprasita