Ordinary Sahara

by Aanya F Niaz

The ocean is sinking,

I am no longer blinking.

Stagnant are my desires,

Fragrant are the husky fires,

I am lying, silently, abundantly,

I crave my friend, melancholy

They told me to go along, to walk, to run,

I am picking pace, screaming, caressing my sorrows towards the sun

Forgetting the horrors,

Of dusty pathways and no waters,

Blooming is the morphene of delectable tremors,

Of my cunning existence amidst,

Raptures of gushing, overflowing blue,

Slowly turning apple red,

I wonder where I may find the yellow,

Black, I hear, Black is your fellow.