Every night I desire her with all my heart but she avoids me viciously. My whole existence prays to the Almighty to make me one with her. The black sky, owls’ hoot and the cool breeze witness my impossible quest.
Dejected and disheartened, I sometime look down upon the sleeping city from my terrace. A feeling of insecurity creeps within me. It seems the quietness of the town is mocking me.
After much tossing and turning, as hue of the sun illuminate each crevice of the earth, she finally submits herself to me.
Sleep is being quite playful with me.
Written by Sreeparna Sen