Sleepless Nights

When you are tired of wrestling the sheets

Tugging it under your feet, stretching up to cover your face,

Turning it, flipping it

Finally, you lie restless, sighing in your frail breathes.

When you are tired of counting sheep;

Finding the one which always break off the line,

Leap over the fence and hid somewhere in the grassland

Funny how even sheep are mysterious in your fancy.

When you lie sleepless, exasperated,

You wander off to the stars – the three in the middle

You have been seeing for so long, you look at them more closely

The way they twitch and talk, the way they silently stay and watch.

You move to their kins, somewhere far off

Some bright and enigmatic, some less stark

And when you are tired of travelling the sky

You come back to the one, the one – your hook, your consort, your star.

Today, It hid behind the cover of clouds

But you remember it – gazing at it

From your small dorm, from the open roof, from the midnight walks.

You close your eyes to look for it, only to be awakened in your dreams

By a familiar call, only to drag you deeper into your slumber,

Hearing a comforting lullaby in the sleepless nights.