Sleepless Nights

This is a story of a sleepless night - a quiet reflection where thoughts drift between memories and an ungraspable longing, leading to a deeper understanding of oneself.

It’s just me, the endless space, and the hushed whisper of thoughts weaving together like threads in a dreamcatcher. The night offers no peace. I lie still while my mind swirls like dust particles in the moonlight, pulling me toward places I once called home, to words that were never spoken. The boundaries between what was and what is begin to blur.

I sink into an undefined longing. For a home that exists only in memories? For words I never found the courage to say? I follow the path deeper and deeper, until, in this endless wandering, I start to see what has always been hidden within me. And in this nostalgic descent, I stumble upon something unexpectedly soothing - as if, for the first time, I am close to seeing beyond the illusion.

Inspired by:

Remain the Sea

Anoushka Shankar

Mother swallows Golden sand

Whispers she’s taking back what’s hers

Her feet are two split continents

Her heart is the map of the world

Lay with me through my storm

She says

Be the moon to my sea

I ask her

Where is the heart going

When it’s taken from the motherland?

I’m like the sky

Pregnant with life

Searching for a safe place to empty

Mother crashes her body against the shore

Says pain is what we carry upon our backs

Love is being silent about the weight

For death of the motherland

Is not on what we leave behind she says

But in everything we forget

And you are not so privileged

You are a child of fire and water

The strength to be the storm and to carry it

Is within you

So storm, she says

And  will carry your every drop

The body is a continent

But may your heart always remain the sea

Written by: Pavana Reddy