I am busy with making dreams
for the daylight to eat
when it gets up.
Orange and egg-yellow
splash up to the surface, ready
to be swallowed

whole.

Out of a ravenous night
and greedy sleep, I wake,
craving yellow things.

Spread the butter thicker.
Drizzle the day with honey.

This hunger is shouting for attention.
It wants your soul.

Published with permission from “I Speak for the Devil”, Penguin India.

This selection is curated by Yamini Krishnan.