The Story of A Night

I go to bed in the night
to have a sound sleep
to inhale peace
for my ever working cerebrum,
but the sweet slumber
remains far away
even if it comes, it comes late
and even if it comes late,
it goes every now and then
I feel sleepy, but can’t sleep…

The sweet lullaby
of ceaseless desires and wishes
lead me to a mirage,
and with relationships and money
entangled in the capricious webs,
I move on crossing
unseen roads and bridges
to be at the top of a grand palace
but with every fall and tumble
I get up suddenly and suspiciously
to see and confirm
that I’m safe and secure, and
not in the downstream of a river…

Sleep or not sleep,
my mind continues to overwork
it’s daydreaming or nightdreaming,
I’m not sure,
but I’m sure that
it’s the silent hour of starry night
that’s passing as usual
but with the hope
to see the glow of a new morning…

–Kaushal Kishore

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