The night melts away,
My skin is still stained with its dark remains,

Bring me the curtain of a window,
where I learned to stop waiting

It could cleanse my dreams
that still make love to my lips.

The dawn breathes into me
With light and nothingness.

A thousand zephyrs on the way
To a bright asylum, their exodus is a soundless whimper.

It tastes like burnt omelettes on a hungry stomach
The daffodils don’t help either.

© Shashank Bhardwaj