On lying down alone...

I stared at the ceiling
A crack creeping on the yellow
The mount of a serpentine tent
An escape for the seeping

The walls sang the same elegy
There were dunes everywhere
Was I on a bed cavorting?
Or living a cold night in the Sahara?

The bouncing of monsoons
And the glee of the rustling leaves
While nature danced to the windy tunes
I lay with sundry thoughts of her

Loneliness can be like the leakage
Seeping inevitably into the mind
The pillows whispered into the ears
And bugs sneered at you

The rains poured further
The cracks grew to new designs
I still lay there
Measuring ennui closing in