On a dark chilly night, marooned in some unknown boundless space...
searching for a speck of light...
out of nowhere you suddenly fall and get stuck in a quicksand!
You choke... You are breathless... You call for help but you don't see any coming...
You struggle to come out... but you lack strength...
You are now neck-deep in the quicksand,
as it pulls you down... You wait with the dreaded mind for the death to come...
Pop! You open your eyes, terrified, you sit with a jolt not believing that you're safe and alive... A numbness prevails in your head and incapacitates you, so you calm down...
Such an incubus can be framed as... "A job well done by a nightmare!"
Nightmares, say, have become a part of my life now. Last night I found these lines written by me when I was young and used to spend my nights courting horrible nightmares!
Oh! Just buzz off, will you?
Let me sleep in peace
You've fallen in love with me, have you?
Don't have to disturb me every night...
You scare me many times...
You freeze me sometimes...
The dark of the night, which once befriended me...
doesn't any more!
The twinkling dots up above, who once inspired me...
Don't any more!
Why don't you go for a long holiday...
Oh! My monstrous little scary nightmare,
Just buzz off, will you?
