Unsettled

Why is this night so unsettling?

Why are the stars not twinkling?

Why is it so important

to ponder on things not potent?

Why can't the eyes just shut,

instead of listening to the gut?

Why can't I sleep?

Is this a cue to weep?

Why do I feel this way,

as if I don't have a say?

And whatever happens next,

can't be controlled by mere texts.

Is this a premonition,

or just overthinking and exaggeration?

Is it time yet to settle?

Or is there more in tonight's kettle?

~Khyati