Sleep is a slumber deeply refreshing .
Giving an energy firmly vitalizing,
Restoring a freshness greatly enlivening,
Sleep should we without dreams disturbing.
The mind consistently tracks back the events ,
Espying the hourly progressions sorted by relevance,
Spicing up the actions with fine effervescence,
Sleep gets immersed in thoughts convergence.
The closed eyelids go through a slide show,
Visualising the scene by scene throw,
Keeping an uncomfortable vigil although,
Sleep becomes a trial uncalled for.
The nagging mind sticks to no codes,
Conducting tirelessly a monotony of moods,
Provoking deliberately the resting abodes,
Sleep rapidly diffuses into a non entity.
The impulsive provocations settles comfortably,
Inclining towards a fractured existence personally,
Inducing an erratic concept of relaxation temporarily,
Sleep losing solace emerges as a destroyer.
The wake up alarm ringing early in the morn ,
Calling strains of cock a doodle doo at dawn,
Clattering vessels exploding across the oven,
Sleep tends to run headlong from the bed.
Out into the day the tidings take over,
Clinging to the schedules in a crazy hover,
Grasping the tenets of temper with a firm tug over,
Sleep gets exiled from the normal reservoir.
Meenas Poems 