It sneaks up on me in the silence of the night

Although I try to ward it off with all my might

But its tentacles dig in, plant their seeds deep

O at its invasion my insomniac soul does weep.

For I know that there goes another night’s rest

Some shut eye is what I’ll probably get at best

There will be no sweet dreams for my poor soul

Even thought getting a night’s rest was my goal.

Well, I guess it’s another night of toss and turn

I can’t sleep; my lost love makes my heart burn.

Image – Kinga Cichewicz via unsplash

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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