Nightmares don't scare me anymore
as the folks in the vicinity petrify
me at every door. Now gloomy creation of the brains
are a hill of beans for me to make my teeth chatter
because I have been feasted upon with some deadly
phase in daylight served in a platter.
Nightmares don't scare me anymore,
because in the light part of 24 hours when those
metacarpus lay fingers on my mortal parts to
fill the bill of their pitiless wish,
horrified illusions had shifted it's epoch
from dusk to dawn.
Nightmares don't scare me anymore because
those healthy altercations of blame,
are so poisonous that those tear glands can't freeze itself
And they die and burst at any unspecified moment of the day.
Because those pronouncements don't terrorize me anymore
only in dark hours upsetting my mental health, but daytime is equal in passing out some words of wealth.
Nightmares don't scare me anymore
Because now your linguistic form and sweet stunts
have made me staunch and courageous
to face all the stroke of bad luck and blame,
and clear them with positivity running in my vein
during the day with no shame.
So that I can take forty winks with peace,
under the twinkling stars, clear skies
and the luminous moon and whistle a different tune.
Ayesha Khalid
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