Pulled Out of Sleep

I don't know how and when I got there,
Or even what the place was,
A palace of sorts,
A realm of bliss,
A Universe whose lord I was,
An arena of contentment,
Sometimes it was blank nothingness pervaded by peace,
Sometimes a dream about an unfulfilled wish,
I was settled there, firm and nice,
With absolutely no want in life,
When I heard hushed voices, an alarm or some noise,
Sound that was rammed into ears that existed not,
It penetrated a membrane, creating my physical self,
Pushing me back into this miserable existence,
Right from that instant of disturbance I longed to go back,
Into that state I was dragged away from,
That very dream or that very silence, I don't know,

I rolled over and tossed about in protest,
But no darkness, no position, no silence could do the trick,

I knew it was futile but still continued to try,
That even if I slept it would be a new world, certainly not the same,

Hating the world for bringing me back here,
What had I done wrong that I be wronged this way,
By ungrateful mates, who had ruthlessly destroyed my day,
When all plans fail as one struggles to rest,
That, I'm sure, is life's toughest test,
Inability to sleep proves the power of fate,
Destroying man's faith that he can reach any height,
I roll back and shut my eyes, hoping to get there in vain,
And finally give up, and go live my day

Typed on my phone on 1.5.2016 between 1:00am and 1:15am when Ashit Gupta, Prasad Halimani and Upendra Yadav's voices woke me up after a four hour sleep (after several sleepless nights) at 12:53am and I couldn't get back to sleep