Something More

Sim San Sim danced the wind chimes with the breeze.

I go to my window to close.

I look out the window, I see so much more,

Feeling trapped by my windowsill,

I look out the window, wanting something more,

Always craving for something more.

Oh! I crave for your eyes, your hair, I crave for you.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day.

Always craving for something more.

For the freedom the city lights and streets has lent me,

The nights of stolen memories and waiting for the crisp,

Golden shadows to greet me in the morning.

The rush of getting up to get a coffee in time at a cafe,

Craving for the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

The hunger for your sleek laugh, the fleeting shade of your lashes,

And I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

The insomniac state of exhilaration. Stuck in that elapsed time,

I still sit near my window, hoping my tears

Will bring me back the rain and wash away my pain.

Always craving for something more..

-Aakanksha Tunk