Insomnia’s Heaven

 As the night blankets the world,

and stars sing a lullaby,

insomnia’s heaven rises just right.

 The world is quiet,

its silence- an elixir,

for the hungry spirits,

lost in the day - light.

 Night’s stillness,

a refuge,

for the countless thoughts,

scattered away like pearls,

night sews them into the sky’s veil,

and lets them fly to infinite heights,

where,

insomnia’s heaven rises just right.

First published in Literary Yard. 

https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/insomnias-heaven/?fbclid=IwAR3msaPirpcHAuLgvnkY5H2ELJTQ3AhePG26pgAWKC_ud1R1Kexn_zCHaWo

Early Morning World

The early morning world,

a smooth, round pearl,

curled up in an oyster,

emanating a lively lustre.

 

Enclosed within the core,

holy prayers, hopes, aspirations,

a few remnants of yore,

wanting to unfurl,

a smooth, round pearl.

 

Sitting quietly,

in the vast worldly ocean,

engrossed in meditation,

the early morning world,

a smooth, round pearl.

First published in Indian Periodical.

http://indianperiodical.com/2022/07/early-morning-world/

My Home

Warm sunny sky

mist flying by

flowers kissing bees

gently flowing breeze

leaves dripping dew

my heart yearns for you

 

Chilly brisk weather

purple Scotch heather

precipitating snowflakes

tranquil fresh lake

nature’s aesthetic art

profess, my home, is your heart