Demented Insomniac

Insomnia
In.som.ni.a -[in-som-nee-uh]
-noun
1.inability to obtain sufficient sleep, esp. when chronic; difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness.
Far-Flung jelly eyes impinge the ceiling
with the blank innocent virgin white patch
that stares back with the ferocious might
of black holes gaping wide enough onto
within the universe.Dark.The cryptic plight
Blindfold of elusive rest ransacking my mind
in some unreachable dimension of the pillow
Unwisely laid below, under my bed, unconscious
Irksome sleep teasing me. 4 AM. Clock's easing me.
Eyelids shut. Eyes wide open. Isn't it obnoxious?
My head of stone. Prosaic arms.
This mind don’t live here nomore
This mind don’t live here nomore
Until the blackness comes shouting
This stone-head can’t hold me nomore.
Oh Morpheus, you never blessed me with wings to
fly upon your night. The veil that separates the
light. From your oblivion to the conscious fight
Wish my soul to rise from hell. Deep into the day
Dreams inverted. Sleep perverted. Perverted freight.
Flowing on the potency of nonexistent null dreams
Running away reality into the ocean of imagination
My sanity has ended with the day raping the silence
With my mind resorting to fighting tomorrow's night
And Win. Not lose. To die. Leave behind an extra pence
My head of stone. Prosaic arms.
This mind don’t live here nomore
This mind don’t live here nomore
Until my eyes resort to bulging.
This stone-head can’t hold me nomore.
I slowly disappear...Disappear somewhere...Amen!
with the blank innocent virgin white patch
that stares back with the ferocious might
of black holes gaping wide enough onto
within the universe.Dark.The cryptic plight
Blindfold of elusive rest ransacking my mind
in some unreachable dimension of the pillow
Unwisely laid below, under my bed, unconscious
Irksome sleep teasing me. 4 AM. Clock's easing me.
Eyelids shut. Eyes wide open. Isn't it obnoxious?
My head of stone. Prosaic arms.
This mind don’t live here nomore
This mind don’t live here nomore
Until the blackness comes shouting
This stone-head can’t hold me nomore.
Oh Morpheus, you never blessed me with wings to
fly upon your night. The veil that separates the
light. From your oblivion to the conscious fight
Wish my soul to rise from hell. Deep into the day
Dreams inverted. Sleep perverted. Perverted freight.
Flowing on the potency of nonexistent null dreams
Running away reality into the ocean of imagination
My sanity has ended with the day raping the silence
With my mind resorting to fighting tomorrow's night
And Win. Not lose. To die. Leave behind an extra pence
My head of stone. Prosaic arms.
This mind don’t live here nomore
This mind don’t live here nomore
Until my eyes resort to bulging.
This stone-head can’t hold me nomore.
I slowly disappear...Disappear somewhere...Amen!
Insomnia
In.som.ni.a -[in-som-nee-uh]
-I don't care!
1. The phenomenon of dangling suspended between the world of the disordered living and the peaceful dead. About finding unexpected inspiration from a numb listless mind. Being Involved in defying hallucinations. Making love to the fire flies.


Nice work! :)
Anindita. ^^
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*falls over unconscious*
Oh actually is jelly-eyes...right? :P
Thanks for dropping in :)
There are few words that you love irrespective of reasons and all, Insomnia and Slumber are my favorite, believe me!
of course I love the poem!
Our eyes has a gelitenous substance filled in it, yet we never use jelly-eyes, loved the idea. (Eyes always give me a grotesque image, eyes hanging on nerves out of the socket and swinging like pendulums.. gory, I know) Ok now ahead of eyes, the cryptic plight in the universe, the black and the white!
Eyelids shut. Eyes wide open. Isn't it obnoxious?
I call it a curse, Happens with me most of the time, i keep on tossing turning till its already fajar and then i sleep, before the prayers of course.. bad bad i know.
I have something with the extreme opposites, sleepdeprivation and insomnia always hit me at the same time and i irk, ache, yearn for sleep to come bow to me! hardly does.
I know the transition state midist of sleep and awake, half-haze, when the mind is practically numb hence:
This mind don’t live here nomore
Until the blackness comes shouting
This stone-head can’t hold me nomore.
to the first line of this stanza (My head of stone. Prosaic arms.) I kept reading it Plastic arms, I'm getting blind :O
and dreams :), reminds me of Pochahauntas SOng (Or do you still wait for me dreamgiver!!)
nothing related to it though,
Oh Morpheus, you never blessed me with wings to
fly upon your night.
i like it, flying out, thats why everytime i wish people goodnight and sleep tight i blow pixie dust on them so they fly out to the window of dreams... because everything, afterall, is possible in dreams!
Dreams inverted. Sleep perverted. Perverted freight.
even this:
My sanity has ended with the day raping the silence
and:
And Win. Not lose. To die. Leave behind an extra pence
I slowly disappear...Disappear somewhere...Amen!
Beautiful. I hope y ou read you more and more, It'll help me learn i know..
asbah.
I hope TO read you more! *
In btw nice template!
I wrote a story once called Insomniac. Do read if you get the time.
The Lover
http://soulintoxicated.blogspot.com/
thanks a LOT! And yes thats in capitals. Thanks for the wonderful analysis. I appreciate the time you take out :)
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@ ilyas:
thanks :)
@the lover...
I know...and theres nothing I can say but "I agree"
thanks a lot :)
And hell u did it bettr than me!
It was awsome man. Esp the morpheus para.. And also those lines..
"Eyelids closed. Eyes wide open..."
Kya khayalaat hain.. waah waah!!
And i liked ur definition more!! Seriously.. i liked the unique idea..
why dont u create a post giving ur own definitions to some selected words..
And btw.. i remember.. i can sue u and all ur cherries this time. Keep a million dollar cheque handy fruity!!
@ rohit... Cheers!
@ pranay... STFU :P. YOur sound of sleep wasnt bad at all. But yea even I agree that I did it better..LMAO
No seriously..both of them are unique in their own way :) Shukriya shukriya for gaur farmaying on my thoughts :P
Oh yea sue me. EEveryones after my *imaginary* money :x
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waiting 4 ur posts r worth d time
and welcome to non-sleepers club! :)
nice piece of writing too..!
:)
Thanks for reading :)
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made me introspect; this poem of yours. Brilliant potrayal of a restless mind.....
See if there were no thoughts in our mind about being insomniac then we wouldn't be one. I know its confusing but there is nothing physical about being an insomniac...its all up there...in the mind. As is the case with most of our issues. So the fight is actually with the thoughts and the thoughts are the exact reason for someone being an insomniac :)
Thanks for reading :)
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Thanks :) Keep coming :)
I believe that sleep or sleeplessness are both unique. Enjoy each moment of both bcas neither lasts for long :)
I have fought demons in the dark in the corners of a room,
I have been insomniac and listless....
and i have known what anging between "disordered living and peacful death" means.....
But coming up with something engulfing as this...I have never.
Amazing !
Its not that our thoughts get complicated when we cannot sleep. Its the other way round. We cannot sleep cos our thoughts are complicated. We think way too much about our life,action, people around etc etc than we need to..
I dunno about sleep but sleeplessness can last for really long. Ive known people who havent slept for like 3 weeks. And I know none whos been sleeping for 3 weeks :P
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Thanks a lot. I know that what Ive written is like the most common stuff going in those dark rooms and vacant eyes :)
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ur blog is brilliant.
keep it up.
Thanks!! I hope I will:)
eyelids shut and eyes wide open... i guess i'll go mad if i keep keep thinking of this..!
wil wait for ur next post.. :)
I will try to translate the poems.
"My head of stone. Prosaic arms.
This mind don’t live here nomore
This mind don’t live here nomore"
i can almost imagine the demonic dark knight- with those far-flung jelly eyes, hed of stone, n prosaic arms that fly about as though they can't be laid to rest- maybe ya should create a hero of this guy :)
prob something like summanus- th egod of the night thunder, who stands tall n darrk against morpheus :)
i 'm in awe of an insomniac- there's sooo much more he can do than those who can sleep :):)
"Dreams inverted. Sleep perverted. Perverted freight."
vivid n a riot!!
grt going man!!!
"My head of stone. Prosaic arms.
This mind don’t live here nomore
This mind don’t live here nomore
Until my eyes resort to bulging.
This stone-head can’t hold me nomore."
sometime ago I had a bad breakup (some would say is there such a thing as a good breakup) and I couldn't sleep for days and the above lines were my feelings. Glad thats over now. heeew. Now I sleep maybe abit too much. lol
Im glad that atleast my poem got ou thinking. I think I will post something new in a few days :)
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I know. I was talking about Insomnia with one of my friends whos into psychology and stuff. She told me that there is definitely something "physical" about insomnia!
Thanks for dropping by my blog :)
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Yea please let me know as and when you finish translating your poems :)
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Thanks a lot :) Muchly appreciated :)
Excess of everything turns ugly...isnt it? :P
Thanks a lot!
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quite an insomniac myself!! i can totally relate to it..
good work, keep writing!
Thanks a lot for dropping by :)
I'm glad that you can relate to it. I think its kindaa mission accomplished for me :P
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mebbe if u werent feelin sleepy, u shudve come online. .actually, mebbe its good u dint, we'd never have this poem in tht case :P
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Wonderful majestic art by Michelangelo :P
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Not at all...Its just that I was feeling something like this few days back. And I usually end up penning everything that I feel :P
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:)
m amazed..superb blog dude..i mean..m so glad i landed into ur profile..n m an insomniac too..so itz jz so perfect ya..
well ur blog's totally amazing..wil surely keep a track on it nw..n u've gt so mny comments already..lucky chap :),my comment mite nt gain dat importance though bt no issues love ur blog..!!
cheers,
sulakshna :)
**This stone-head can’t hold me nomore**...
Thanks a lot. Each and every comment matters to me. Helps me develop. But yea Im not an insomniac :P
Cheers and I hope yo see you around :)
OMG...I thought only my name was weird..:P
Thanks a lot but as I said Im not one of them but yea Ive felt this way :P
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Insomnia is caused more so in girls and boys between 15-30. That's why child marriages were so popular until the 1950s.{In other words,Sex cures imsomnia:)}
I see "virgin white patch", "black holes gaping wide", "sleep teasing","day raping" are all metaphors of sex, which I think is all normal.
I also see light versus dark imagery here: black, dark, blindfold,unconscious, eyelids shut, blackness, night, veil, perverted, oblivion, hell, night.
versus
blank, innocent,white,open, light, day etc.
There is a conflict, probably between what you desire (and is good) versus what you were conditioned to think is not good. I don't really know.
They say poems reveal the innermost people. I also write, so I understand that there is always a line which is (mis)understood by the readers and happily allows the poet to smile victoriously to himself that his original intention still lay concealed and only to himself!!Cheers!
gud job!! ^_^
LOL what?!
:P
I always say that understanding poetry isnt about people wondering and daydreaming about what the poet was thinking when he was writing this. Useless. Develop your own point of view. Decide for your own if the poem is good or not :P
But yes I must say that you almost got it in the same way I meant it to be. The words you picked out were deliberately added. I dont think many people noticed it. But you did :P
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Thanks a lot :)
Mujhe neend na aaye... in a much more decent and poetic form ;)
I like the flow and ease in your writing.
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There are some poems like Wordsworth's...you just commit lines to memory. I think this is one of "those".
Very well written.
What i wondered about though was the " Isnt it obnoxious" ...I find the eyelids shut, eyes wide open stage pitiful and i just cant wait to find oblivion when it arrives.
truly expressed with marvellous words....
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very inrtiguing.....
and 84 comments!!??!! Duh!
Mujhe neend na aaye...aahhh nostalgia :P
ROFLLMAO
Thanks a lot for reading and liking :)
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omg..Wordsworth...Thanks...Prolly made my day :)
Thanks a lot..and yes I find those lines pitiful too...but dontchu think that the whole concept of insomnia is pitiful...I mean no offense to all the insomniacs but still...
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Thanks a lot..I just hope that you are a bit more elaborate the next time around :P
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Thanks a lot..I just hope that you are a bit more elaborate the next time around :P
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Thanks a lot..but certainly I cannot find a fun part in it...lmao...*kidding*
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Perfect time slot. Thanks.
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I am glad that you can understand. That is for sure a compliment for a poet :P
84 comments...dude they are 92 now...Half of them are mine..reply's you see :P
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.I was half asleep when I wrote ..I wanted to write more ..and somethng like wat u have written !
kudos !