Insomnia

There was once a boy who loved his drink
Often about his life he used to think
Thoughts about the childhood lost
And the pain in his heart he could not exhaust

Of how his mother would feed him before school
And his father would join him in the swimming pool
Of how his sister’s pony tail he used to tie
Of how he fought with her and made her cry

Of the friends with whom he shared his lunch
And his sweet quarrels with them which were settled with a punch.
Of the cigarette butts they used to gather from the road
And smoke them hiding, behind a broken old billboard

Of the fear of exams and homework
But never missing his games just like clockwork
Of the pretty girls in the neighborhood whom he wanted to impress
By dreaming of rescuing them during a time of distress

Of the teachers who were friendly and sometimes rough
Of how his mother would cark even if it was a harmless cough
Gushing in like a torrent often do these memories creep
In the morning he wonders why the night before, he could not sleep

Will it always be this way.....

Yeah I am lost.Lost in the banal pursuits. Slogging hard to live up to the hypocritical expectations.Sometimes i push myself so far that i fear i might topple over...Its only the addictions which has kept me sane.But, for how long????...
The memories come floating in front of my eyes....Cranium stopped, peception lost.....Ah!! the bliss.
Pschycedelic visions of days gone by......I keep hallucinating all the time.I try to seek,but.......