Longings Poem by Saroj Padhi

Longings turn obstinate this night
and like stars refuse to sleep
in their desire to stay bright,
when eyes start aching
after hours of gaze at the moon
baffled as to how
to revive a lost face to sight;
desires erupt
like fishes of silver
jumping over a narrow stream
spreading sparks of fire
into dull body of a moon's beam
in their attempt to complete
a half written script of new love
that seemed to have faded
into the fringe of a rainbow
at the onset of an evening drab and grim;
sleep seems to be a distant shore now
far away from the chirruping of birds
nestling in crimpy nests of my bones,
where mad bees oft' stray in
to fling flowers of memories
and scatter the ripped petals of my years
to the blood-stained floor of some ancient stones.