As my eyes crack open with the first ray of sunlight,
My hands, they reach for your frame.
And they caress you and touch you all over,
And every morn’ it’s the same.
With the tips of my fingers against your naked skin,
I often feel your latent heat.
And I know it hasn’t been so long,
But without you, my days are incomplete.
My eyes reflect the glow of your face,
Numerous times throughout the day.
And for all my questions, you have the answers,
You have something or the other to say.
You’ve seen the skeletons in my closet,
And there is no other, who knows as much or more.
You know my darkest secrets, my guilty pleasures,
What I hate, what I adore.
My companion, a roommate,
You are my chaperone.
My comrade, a friend,
My mobile phone.
By Rohan Sahni (Head Editor, Poetry)