Sameeksha Sinha
Deep inside,fluctuates our desires,
A sudden impulse of jolly and horrifying screams.
Sometimes and not always that one aspires,
All regards to glassy dreams
Contaminated with memories piercing at heart,
Let the day next penetrate purity.
Signalling a gentle or swift alert,
Arouses sudden jolt out of sanity.
How worthy or futile to insomniac?
No one interrogating veracity,
Still ,few fingers quibbling lack,
Betting its queer density.