By Dr Smita Anand Sriwastav
Insomnia sips steaming aroma
of nocturnal espresso till ughten,
in gossamer fragilities of lunar china,
savoring it on adrenaline tongue
with dashes of grappa introspections,
punctuated in the buzz
of fluttering moth-wings
indulging in the psychedelia
of streetlight's fabrications,
until cream of dawn dilutes
bitterness of night
as a blasphemous epithet.
By Dr Smita Anand Sriwastav
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