//Drafts//

In the most still moments

The unignited fires

Rise amidst the blues

The tranquil night

With all its grey might

Longs for serendipity

And I,who desire,

Stand on the boulevard

Of untrodden desires

Of the incomplete drafts

Only to bury them

Seal them

And later, transcreate them

Step by step

With deluded dusty stanzas

Wrapped in crawling desires

In a different, incomplete draft