The ghost of insomnia smirks at me,
As I toss and turn, trying to dream.
"It's a hard life" she smiles, like a queen,
And I smile back, with tightened eyelids.

She roams around me,
Flipping my old diaries.
Tripping now and then
Over the worn out memories.

She laughs and says "enough my lady!!"
"As your companion I might feel pity,
But these pages out of your hand
Are too cold mercy"

- Sayoni Mitra