This one is dedicated to all the lovers whom you'll find chatting or talking on phone even long after midnight.
This is my first try at writing a poem. So please excuse my grammar, conjunction, preposition and 120 other mistakes which I have made to maintain the tukbandi. And I hope the lovers' pain tickles your funny bone. Critical comments are always welcome.
I'm not sleeping in the night,
And I'm dozing all the day.
Before I met you online,
My life was just fine;
I'd sleep for 12 cozy hours,
And laugh at other sleepless lovers.
But once browsing through the Facebook,
I stumbled upon your account;
And quickly scribbled you a message,
As if you were a treasure I've found.
The next 15 hours were dreadful,
I thought you passed the message by;
Refresh, refresh, refresh all day long,
Just waiting for the reply.
Suddenly a new mail burst into my gmail,
Though I didn't read the whole body;
The subject said, "You've got message in your Facebook inbox",
I knew that would be you, my dear lady.
Your amicable reply started something,
Which I had never dreamt of;
And it surely made me one of those,
Whom I always laughed off.
Chatting, SMSes and phone calls, all started,
And would never end before 3;
My dear you can very well imagine,
How would the next day's classes be.
But still the first few days were great,
And I felt like a rock star;
I even composed a song for you dear,
Though I haven't learnt to hold a guitar.
There on I'd think of you all night,
Even before the calls and after;
My roommate thought I've gone crazy,
And he took me to a doctor.
The doctor did blood, piss and many other tests,
And declared me an 'insomniac';
Though I bet you one thing,
It definitely sounds better than a 'maniac'.
And now even after you've left me,
It doesn't matter it’s a weekend or a weekday;
I'm not sleeping in the night,
And I'm dozing all the day.
