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