My bed strewn with books
I shrink to a side
My thigh on the computer
pressing innumerable keys all at once
I search for the phone
with a dreamy hand
reminiscences of a dream
Still in my eyes
Searching for messages

Life too is like a scattered dream
Can't make sense
but everything seems to be there
don't know how to connect
a jigsaw puzzle

The bed is crazy
A khushwant here
copies of writing there
Some ink
An unpacked box

The wind lifts the dark screen
And i open my eyes a little more
Dreams oozing
light filtering
my throat dry
Wishing for some sweet tea
I search for more messages
And still more tangled dreams