When the world slumbers deep,
the future beckons
asking for a form and shape
I know it will deceive, yet it is
a relentless companion
that refuses to sleep.
The clock ticks away
to an unknown era
mocking my futile efforts,
To make sense of past and future
Inextricably stuck in the present
where I will always be
as the state of being
redefines itself
and the future
falls in my lap
-a baby, I tended
within time
and within me
I envy the peaceful dreams of others,
In the lap of tranquillity
while I navigate tempests beside
All those who sleep tonight,
please check where you reside
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Wonderfully penned!
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Thank you so much, Veera!
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Aaah, the sleeplessness! I love how you used that line in your final stanza.
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Thank you so much, Punam!
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💕
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A great response to the prompt, Reena – puts me in mind of Talking Heads “how did I get here…”
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That’s a great question – How did I get here? Thanks, Frewin!
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Beautiful meaningful post. Giving a lot to think about
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Thank you so much!
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👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
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🙌🥂
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😊
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I especially like your last stanza Reena- very well written!
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Thank you so much!
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I too ‘envy the peaceful dreams of others’, Reena. I love the juxtaposition of ‘the lap of tranquility’ and tempests. I know that feeling well.
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A poem succeeds if it resonates with at least one person. Thanks for giving me that satisfaction!
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My pleasure, Reena.
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Lovely, shows those nights of non sleeping 🩷
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Yeah 😦
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