Insomnia

I lie in bed; I toss and turn; in my head a thousand thoughts churn.

I pull up the covers, I throw them off. I can hear my brain scoff.

I feel the cool night caress me, its coaxes, it entices but,

Stress prevails, tension impinges; sleep still eludes me.

 

Through the open window, where the curtain dances to the breeze;

I spy the milky orb. It hangs suspended in the empyrean garden.

“How calm & soothing it looks”, I wonder. “No stress it its world”.

Restless still, I turn and reach for the book on the nightstand.

 

“Perhaps a bout of reading will lull me to sleep”, I reason.

I turn the pages, attempt to read but thoughts breach the text.

Disgusted, miserable, vexed; I throw the book down in a rage.

I slump my head on the pillow, eyes staring ahead.

 

I blow a lock of stray hair away from my forehead.

Oh sleepless night! Leave me be. Let me get some rest.

My nights are merging into days; I’m unable to concentrate.

Help me God! For I suffer so. Gosh! Is it already the next date?


Image – Alexandra I. 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 (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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  1. Extremely beautiful, loved each line .

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