nightly shadows cross my mind
ink that is dark and flows spurious
down the drains clogged by many, many puerile dreams
has held the curtain thick in my eyes
iridescent mornings spin me dizzy/find my hand

is it you, is it you

are you hiding now
menoka mathay diley ghomta

send me sweets for an afternoon
only if its you
remember the roads to my house pass through yours
rains brought waters in while I slept all morning
your road is now lost, but it is all I am looking for