1/09/2015

Sleepstar (Malabar Mind - Poems)

Thinking
of you,
sleep
trickled
from between
my closed eyes
crept
and climbed
the skies
till it found a vacant space
to hang itself
from;
six-pronged
there
it stays
so that
you know
every night
is
for me
a sleepless night.

- anita nair

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