DISTURBED

The night, so silent and calm,

After the day falls, slowly creeps in.

The stillness, the silence so alluring,

Everyone seems to be asleep,

Only she remains,

To hear the little sounds,

To feel the darkness that surround.

The stars so bright, the breeze blowing cool,

Everyone seems to be at peace,

Only she remains,

Disturbed and troubled,

Her Eyes seeking something unknown.

The clouds gliding over the moon,

Such lethargic float,

Only thing she does is sit by her window and stare at it,

Such a pity, she cannot find tranquility…

With brimming eyes and a faint smile,

Her face is exquisite…

Her room is neat…

Even her bed looks cozy,

She did try to sleep sometime ago…

Tossing and turning, till she gave up the thought,

Something doesn’t feel right…

Sleep has deserted her,

What doesn’t let her sleep?

Is it her yearning or is it her fear?

She sits there and ponders…

The night so beautiful in itself,

Like a fallen angel, with its wings spread,

Ready to take her in its arms,

But she trusts not the lovely face,

For she knows that beauty often deceives…

Everyone trusts the night,

Only she remains……