Peace Of Soul

It was mid of night,

My eyes were open,

With no clue of sleep.

My brain was thoughtful,

Soul had no peace. 

I tried hard to calm,

But all in vain.

I fluffed the pillow, 

Changed my position, 

Closed my eyes again.

A mild breeze blew,

Through the window,

And touched my face.

That breeze pulled me out 

Can't resist in any case. 

I went to the window,

Sat on my chair.

I calm down a little,

Everything was clear. 

I took a pen and paper,

To pen down the inner self.

The soul had got its way, 

To heal itself.