It’s not insomnia

As the night
Covers the world
With darkness
I wake up
Restless
Sleepless
Dreamless

A quiet within
Silence without
Interspersed with breaths
Of a million
Dead souls
Dead to you. Your world.

On the pillows
A thousand imaginary worlds take shape
Worlds that evoke
Love in some
Fear in others

My bed however
Has an inhabitant
In the real world

Once you wake up, Bhakta,

There’s no sleep

Writer : My Friend: Surendar Singh – Facebook

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