Can you feel the overflow
A shape spreading hungrily on the night street
tip-toeing up from the corners of dim-lit walls
under the busy tread of feet yet inching closer
The dark strokes of desire
at the terminus of outstretched shadows?
Me and my obsession are out on the road
to get to you if you ever step beyond
Even if you don’t, these desires will curl up
into rasping grains of flying sand
to be swung up by the willing shamal
and flung against you from every porthole.
Reena Prasad 30th April 2013