Insane Insomia

I washed my hands and looked into the mirror. The person beneath smiled or rather grinned. Quetions from yesterday's sleepless night still unanswered. Insomnia had struck back, like  lightning on a starry night. I had absolutely no clue from where and why it arrived. 'How?' is a question only doctors can answer. But it had come back, like a famous actor from the daily soap to add stickiness to my already viscous life.  When insomnia hits you, it hits you with a lots of noise. I don't know the wavelength or frequency of this noise. Whatever they play on the TV is what I hear. At times I wake up and sleep to the same TV show. Does this mean that I didn't sleep at all? Or does it mean that the TV shows are designed to cater insomnia. How dare you miss this show? We screen the same show 8 times a day, don't we. (Yawning, as I type the next line, but I am  not sleepy). The script of madness is read by a pair of tired eyes, tired legs and tired mind. This trio of tired something drives you to the pinnacle of tiredness. Tiredness that carries itself forward, to the extent that you feel like sleeping the whole day.

Its only an insomniac who can understand the importance of sleep. Its actually been a while that I have actually gone to sleep. My system doesn't believe in this phrase called "Go to sleep"., so it doesn't. As my ex roommate once said, "Use sona nahi kehte, use gir jaana kehte hai". It is not called sleeping, it is called falling down. I feel like a bird flying high, but suddenly the tired wings give up. They can't take no more and the bird falls down.

Ring-a-ring-a-roses,
A pocket full of posies;
Hush! hush! hush! hush!
We all fall down.

Of course this fall was not comfortable for the bird. He does fall asleep, and does wake up, but not in the preferred location and not in the preferred condition. So every day this bird flies in different direction trying to break free from the shackles of ordinary, but ends up in the same location, with a new story every day or every night (it doesn't really make a difference to him). Every night with his eyes wide open, he stares at his life that is going down the drain, being flushed in a manner that is dressed in  different attires.

Comments

[Mandar Bhide]

Which bird are u????Chiu tai????

[Pushkar]

@mandy......me garud ahe

[ambien for insomnia]

Good one!