My lights hanging from the balcony walls,
Are waiting for strangers to come back home.
United by the destiny apart from the soul,
The musings to the ears, noise that provokes.
Under the table, it hides in the darkest nights,
In the blanket, we wrapped ourself in those twilights.
A free unconventional love, which doesn’t reside.
You are the temptation to my hunger,
My utterly emotional fights.
I feel you when the wind flows from north to south,
Making me shiver and overused.
Like the rainbow colourless and dead,
I then become the beauty of the dryland,
Barren and sometimes dehydrated without you.
-Riya Shah
