Sleepless Nights ...

Its 3o' clock and I'm not able to sleep. A possible reason could be
that mum scolded me for not getting proper sleep. Maybe that's true
because I haven't been sleeping properly for quite some time now...
There were days when sleeping was more than fun. It was the most
delightful thing I used to do. Sleep and forget the world...
But these days, not getting proper sleep is becoming more of a worry
for everyone than the way I'm idling my time out ...

Sleeping around 4 in the morning and then waking up at 9 or 10 is not
what my life was ...
Take last year, this day we were celebrating Eid and the first blast
was about to occur... But, I was sleeping peacefully at this time..
Probably in a beautiful dream in a fairyland somewhere far away and
holding hands with the prettiest fairy in it ...

But now, I hardly dream because I hardly sleep ... Even though I know
what beautiful moments I could get as soon as I fall asleep, yet I
find this Madam Sleep so far away from me ...

Cold weather is supposed to be a boost to the sleepy souls like me,
but I somehow feel like abandoned, dumped, ditched ...

But then, I fear... That fairyland too has shortcomings ... I don't
want to feel bad for having seen them ...
those lands are not meant for me ... Neither any fairy is meant to
hold me in reality ...
Dreams cast empty shadows upon this life, and this is probably why I
fear going to sleep ...

--
hamza ..

The Word ... You ..

An open book..
yet a stranger ..
That's what I am..
to the world around..

I thought I knew..
you more than everyone..
Yet I know nothing..
beyond the word you...

I shared I cared...
as I got what I gave..
But still I lose out...
on the word called you...

I wait as the sun fades..
to the moment it rises again..
Yet I find it impossible to..
wait for the word called you...

I write to write the felt..
with ink and paper but..
Just as I seat myself down ..
I stop at this word called.. you ..


--
hamza ..