THE LULLABY

 

The ugly night and its terrorizing darkness 

scares me in the  deepest of corners in my heart

The niche left by the frightening incidents

which when memorized leaves me panicking; gasping for air 

The tormenting trauma that knocks into the walls of my ears 

 chaotic or should I call it horrifying images flashes into my eyes,

The horrid smell of sleeplessness creeps into my nostrils

leaves me numb, cold, scared with blurred senses 

Sleeping isn't just sleeping but feels like a war

A war which I fight with myself every night  

Just so I could cling to little bit of sleep

That was until I heard the lullaby 

the lullaby that you sang with your soft voice 

That's when the knocks turned into music 

traumatic images turned scenic

ugly smell turned into floral bliss

Now nights can never be terrorizing

every corner of my heart rests 

with the lullaby, not only do I cling to sleep 

 But finally I rest 

I rest with the lullaby 

                                                                                                                                -GARIMA SUBEDI