Writer's Academy

Sentinels of Night

Having a sleepless night happened
to be a boon for me as
I could serve a sole testimony
to the wondrous beauty of the pitch-dark sky.

Trees enveloped in a black canopy,
stand a mute spectator to my emotions.
I can feel the leaves whispering to me.
The boughs hang down, in
order to fondle me with their loving arms.

Houses look like ghostly buildings;
Which hold tales of endless horror
perhaps, and never cease to contain
all of life's secret conundrums.

The deserted road seems to enjoy
moments of calm and repose.
The honking cars continue to
disturb it's tranquility sometimes.

I gaze with awe at these
sentinels of night as they instill
in me a poetic urge
to write this oeuvre today.