Somersby Night

 Days, Months, years, 

As if it wears on briskly,

yet...

Hours, minutes, seconds,

Crawls away slowly,

As I lay on my mattress,

my thoughts wonders,

How did this came to be?

Sleepless Nights

Wasted on thoughts , 

He wondered on sleepless nights ,

Her eyes held an untold story ..

On the very night he laid his sights on her ...

A book waiting  to be read ...

A book wanting to be read ...

Questions lingered in the back of his mind ...

On various sleepless nights ...