In the vast expanse of the golden desert,
I lay exposed to the scorching Sun,
and I do not look for any shade
for the burns I feel, hurt no more. 

And while racking my brains to pen down something, I got this idea of writing which is inspired by one of the training sessions I had attended for teachers of French. The resource person was doing an exercise based on OULIPO or Ouvroir de littérature potentielle founded by Raymond Queneau. It is a group of French language writers who create works while following a certain rule or constraint or structural pattern. It just came to my head and I started creating and then the chain of thoughts and words got broken when I went on to do other work. And now it remains an incomplete piece which I had otherwise thought of continuing till the end (I am sure by now you have figured out what constraint I have put my work to) Lets see till when do I finish it and what does it turn out to be.. 

Awakened being

Brings consciousness

concerning desires.

Digs effortlessly,

enters fiendish

feelings, gyrating

grossly, hidden

higher in

islands juxtaposed...