Energy sizzles under my skin
Muscles ready to dive right in
Even water sits like a stone
In my stomach
Wants to come up from thoughts alone
Poised and ready with nowhere to go
I'm feeling ready to explode!
Anxious about what will come next
Nothing to do but to progress
So tired but trying to go on
Naps are nice but it won't last long
Eyes are stinging slightly,
the tiredness is always there.
The world of sleep is mighty,
through days it makes us bear.
Oh it could be so easy,
to fall fast asleep.
It would be less painful,
than to lay awake and weep.
Weep is not the only thing,
sometimes I stay awake and ponder.
At times I even laugh and smile,
and ever so often I wonder.
Because at night it's still and silent,
and my thoughts have room to roam.
So why should I fall into slumber,
when my thoughts have found their home.
A night owl people call me,
but that's the wrong phrase to use.
I love to sleep no more than you,
but at night my thoughts let loose.
So don't you even question,
the naps I take at day,
It's bright and loud and noisy,
and my thoughts are far away.
my eyelashes have turned to stone. my lips are soft, my breathing is even.
my ears have been pierced
with the drumming of time.
acceptance is the sheets,
and my windows have no shades.
attempts to escape; the future will come,
if you wish it so or not.
and so I lay, 3pm on a tuesday in July,
under covers, awaiting my fate
as a lover with no shelter and a killer with no shame.
To whom I put in my trust and belief
World is full of people with many faces
How can apprehensive heart get relief
Hatred is ingrained in all coming races
Circus is on, on the earth and around
People play tricks to win the moment
Hounds, vultures are busy on ground
Very many odds that one has to confront
Humans are less while animals more
After every step there is but real trap
What to condemn and what just to adore
In winter bears await for any one to nap
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
O care-inventing child, why dost thou scream?
Thou should'st not fret to quit a while thy toys.
Nor scornest thou the chance to sweetly dream
Whilst yet the sun his keenest beam employs.
No punishment is this; no, 'tis a gift
From her that kisseth now thy weary head:
Receive it softly: let the sandman sift
His timeless sands above thy person'd bed.
Too soon wilt thou a feeling as weary know
When selfish Obligation will thy pleas
For peace ignore, and force thee to forgo
A gentle sleep for half-awake unease.
Relish thy sleep before thou know'st too well
The stimulant that spoils the poppy's spell.
Till half asleep I bask
under cerulean skies and sunshine
in the middle of the meadow
where the gentle winds roam
like they were sheep
slowly drifting toward a world of dreams
while listening to the peaceful swooshing
of free winds across the soft grass
Crawl as I keep strong and calm
Slow as I sip limed contortions
Clam as I seep in lined cotton
Climb as I seek to strum an anthem
Is there a poet there a one to cater?
A sprinkle of majestic conversation
A one to indulge in a heated kiss
To dip the nip and harp the nap
Is there a knight there to soothe?
To stare under the moonlight skies
To seek a start as the dark levers
A muse of philosophical ideologies
Is there a tendered sutured soul?
To transform peace in teleportation
Who exist but yet staggered in normality
A one with a stare, that magical sight