Puffy face, swollen eyes
Shivering fingers, humped spine
Restless days and restless nights
Searching for something new.
When it’s day, draw curtains!
To make the room dark
It’s comfortable for eyes
When it’s night, switch on lights!
To make the room light
It’s comfortable to eyes.
Sitting on chair, during the day
Lying on bed, during the night
Fingertips moving up and down
Searching for something new.
Waiting for a buzz from minute to minute,
Until someone brings, something new
Buzzes come from minute to minute but,
Gossip and lies were all they knew.
“Heated up and about to die”
A warning to put aside
“Headache and blurred eyes”
A warning to go and close eyes
In a small world, until alarm goes off.
There’s nothing new to see
In such a short time.
Beside the window, where moonlight peeps in
Placed on a rack high to the ceiling
Covered in dust, untouched since brought
Between those rustling pages
Lie new things, new worlds, and magic
Waiting to be discovered and to be opened
Pleading to the gloomy light extends from the black box
Not to bewitch the tired eyes and soul, anymore.
By Leo Sathini Weerasinghe
