Utmost Peace

Nocturnal becomes 

My soul, 

My bare body lies 

Indolently on the bed. 

Such is the power of will 

That breaking god-given 

Relationship with the body, 

Soul saunters 

Near your boudoir. 

Hoping you would 

Come to the balcony 

And it would witness 

Your beatific smile 

To draw peace, 

It waits till morning.

As the sun winks in the morning 

And you come 

To freshen the laziness 

Of your body, 

It returns and fits into my body 

With utmost peace.