Startled by insistent footfalls on stairs,
I've shuffled in the unforeseen chambers of night
And jostled with the shadows unkempt.
Fretful and torn, with eyes never shut
I even have swayed to the entrancing calls
Of songs that'll float as whispers in winds
In nights without slightest of lights.
Wonder if these now'll merge to a face
That'll riddle me the shape of the other half of self
And conjoin my words to the running-mill of veins
Where pace has been paltry of late.
Grappling with strings within irresolute hands,
I've fumbled for long with our abdicated songs.
Wreathed by the foam spread on waves lapping weeds
I drown among dreams full of tulips in bloom.