A furtive glance
just one chance
disappears again
attempt in vain

Subsides at once
deep influence
comes and goes
like joys and sorrows

fire ignites
golden the sight
hues of orange
all, then change

Into bright emptiness
that quickly gets
dull and boring
and fades into snoring

And darkness shrouds
the dreamy clouds
till lights blink fierce
and his face disappears

– Akanksha Gupta