Enchantment Poem by Puskar Sikdar

When the eyelid's weary muscles surrender to despair's snare,
Sleep's relentless defiance paints illusions in the air.
Lips sealed tight, a pouch of brittle thoughts untold,
In caffeine's grief, my restless soul now flutters bold.

At the faint call of a myna, I steal a glance outside,
Nature's forgotten nest trembles, caught in fate's tide.
Crickets hum their wistful tune, a melody so sweet,
While stormy winds summon frogs in a chorus of rain's heartbeat.

A shiver crawls deep into my mind's endless plains,
I yearn to touch a fairytale that echoes through my veins.
In the mystic hush of rainy nights, I walk alone,
Through shadowed alleys of my thoughts, where silent whispers roam.

In a ceramic cup, my ashen dreams quietly steep,
Like a mirage in desert sands, illusions run deep.
Reality spins in thought's embrace, a kite upon the breeze,
Amidst the chill of shrouded pines, life still learns with ease.

One sip on my parched lips drowns a thousand untold tales,
Diving deep into their echoes, where solace gently sails.
In the clasp of tender hands, compassion softly wakes,
Yet in this chariot of chaos—coffee comes first, before all stakes!