With my lenses on

I lie to myself

That I am not going to sleep

That it is just a 'closing of eyes'

And thus I lie down on the bed

At night, with my lenses on

I tell my eyes

Oh you are safe

I am going to wash you soon

After removing the lenses

But not now, with them on

I tell the Micromax Data USB

That I will just be back

To the uploaded world
To molest the laptop

With my lenses on

I wink at the tube-light

Oh I will indeed switch you off

But that will be when 

I no more need to see

With my lenses not on

I whisper to the pillow

To wake me up with a silent alarm

May be an ant bite or that of a mosquito

So that I do not sleep the night

With my lenses on

I do not keep my cell-phone 

In my hand's reach, oh why should I?

If it rings, that is, 

I will wake up and spot it

With those lenses still on

That story book is at my side

Lest I get bored of 'closing my eyes'

And look for interesting stuff

In the story lines

With my lenses reading them on

I look at the clock's face

Trusting it to yell at me

And make an angry frown

To stop me from dreaming

With my lenses on

But I happen to 'close my eyes'

And smile inside

Knowing very well

That I am looking forward to sleep

For hours with my lenses on

But, sometime later on

And it's not the cell-phone, or the clock

Or the boredom, or the pillow

But I do wake up

With my lenses safely on

I wobble towards the lens holder

Practice the ritual of taking them off

And washing them in some magic

So that I can go back to my life

In a few hours, with my lenses newly on