All through I noticed my insides being
rolled out,
a bleak desire overshadows me
and I tell my tears to
smile at their fate.

Curvous desires do shrink, again and
again, but my mirrors don’t reflect these.
Awesomeness of unmet happiness,
impeccable, falls flat,
waking me up shamelessly.

Let me now, at least, shed my
despondency, for a while.
Moments, never discerned moments,
wait avidly for their turn in life
to unfold.

A melancholic hush descends
sumptuously, egging me on
to be one with the desires
I live by,
etiolated desires to live by.