Pradeep Dhavakumar (August 27th,1979 / India)

Bedspread like black waves,
awaits the kill tonight;

Pillows like puce slabs,
readies its arms to smash;

And night lamp like dark moon,
smirks with sadistic eyes.

In those waves, with haste, I plunge;
Against those slabs, I crash;

and beneath that moon, I fall
To die again, to live!