A POET'S QUILL

Let me sleep a night

Of a million shattered dreams.

Let me wade through waters

Of desiccated streams.

Travelling across deserts

Sans any mirage.

My eyes - dry and bleary

Crumpled and filthy visage.

Love me not, nor hate me

Neither do I seek.

Lost in a world of make-believe

Of solitude I reek.

Sustaining on a diet

Of perverse and twisted passions.

Committing another crime

Conjuring up new confessions.

Take away my worldly assets

If you find any.

Deprive me of my daily bread

Throw away the honey.

Snatch not from me, my quill

And the pot of sanguine ink.

In the raging sea of verses

My jaded soul shall sink.

                                  (Anurag)