Sleepless Thoughts Poem by Parisha Shukla

It's 2 am...
Everyone's asleep?

I envy this while pitting myself
Something that drives me within,
Not letting me sleep in those beautiful dreams.

What a shame......
Some folks chat the whole night,
Turning their morning in nights and nights into sunshine.


Atleast they've got some people to talk.


How ironic.......
Some drives crazy around the streets of quiet city,
the clubs,
the bars,
or near the Seashore.


Atleast they're lucky to not to be in same room,
bubbling in some overthinking traits.


Why so unfair......
People sharing their body count as if it's some proud achievement.


Atleast they're happy being in,
Unlike here,
Remembering the Eternal beauty of LOVE every night.


Some sleep, some still awake-
No matter how beautiful the night gets,
No matter the quietness you're in,
Something still makes it restless.

It makes me wonder,

How some people win
But, it cost all the way long.
As if win is the another way to loose something.

How ironic.... isn't it?