“Orange Light” – Nayana Nair

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Some nights
the pillow is too fluffy.
Some nights
the pillow is too hard.
And I have no option
but to stay awake
and look at the
orange light of streetlamp
outside my window.
It is not the pillow,
nor the light
that keeps me awake.
It is just the side effect
of trying too hard
to be something.

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Some nights
I am too much.
Some nights
I am not enough.
And I have no option
but to stay awake
and look at the
light of fate
out of my control.

14 Comments

  1. I love this. I feel like you depict our struggles in life in general. We are uncomfortable and searching for a purpose or mother, but there are other times we are comfortable and okay. Thanks for sharing.

  2. This sounds faintly like a still small voice talking to you. As you are awake can you discern a call of some kind? In stillness and gentle restlessness is when you hear the call best.
    Your new friend Denny.

    1. It does feel like a voice in my mind that keeps me awake, but I am not entirely sure whether it is a part of me or not.
      Thanks for dropping by.
      Your friend Nayana πŸ™‚

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