Insomnia

Drinking self to sleep these days,

The one brain and its devilish thoughts

Ruins of past and present stays,

I toast tonight to the way I have fought.

Everything has come to a point,

Where this mind has feigned enough.

Oh life! How much shall you disappoint?

Tell me, how can I turn tough.

They say talking it out heals,

Why isn't it happening then?

Should my lips be sealed,

Silence would smother me again.

Have moulded myself anew,

Recognition is impossible.

What was I, who am I?

Voices of my heart are inaudible.

Is it me, that bad, to expect 

A little gesture of love?

Life replete with neglect,

May be this is what I deserve.

So cheers to my sleepless nights,

Drowning my sorrows in a glass.

They say, stop! Learn and compromise,

I smile, and say," I've spent all this heart has."