Dark Hunger

Somedays,

In the middle of the nights,

I tend to stay up,

Dreaming of you with wide open eyes

And my hair straightly entangled in loops

Printing with my dainty hands,

S Heart V

Wanting to be intimate with the one living soul

Among all heartless ones,

And that is when I plant a kiss on my pillow

Thinking of you in profound Silence

Speculating if you will ever replace my pillow on the same bed of mine

With Coffee brown bed sheets and the flower patterns in sea green color

With me over you,

or Maybe

'All' Over you . . . Now,

I shut my eyes. Lets take it ahead.

© Latika Sareen