My bed
has become our pet.

It stays awake
the entire night,
looking at the road,
creaking,
hoping it’s you who is veiled
in that silhouette.

I was surprised at first,
for it has never seen you,
you who is yet to arrive.
Then I remembered
how some of my dreams
with you in them
might have spilled
on to the pillow, on to the bed.

- हर्ष स्नेहांशु