Lying down on my bed
As I stare into the darkness above,
I forget the drone of the fan
And get drawn into a cerebral stream.
Faint images of people,
And their clearer voices.
I get immersed into every happy smile,
Every sentence of mirth,
Every moment of tomfoolery,
Every cuss word shouted in mock frustration.
Why, I even felt that friendly
But forceful pat on my shoulder
All over again!
I never realize when my mind veers away
And I am drawn into the dark abyss.
Every humiliation, every grave folly,
Every utterance made in red and green
Every argument witnessed, participated.
They fill me with bitter regret
And sheer distrust.
The ceiling is still dark,
My eyes still staring at it.
A yawn escapes my mouth
And I turn over
Worrying about tomorrow,
Even as my mind is arranging for another spectacle.
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