Incompleteness Of A Voyeur

By Debdatta Bajpai

Nights lay awake in my eyes,

waiting for a moment

that says the day is complete.

I scroll through the pages

of time,

of other voyeurs,

of judgements

and judgements on them.

Of opinions

and opinions on them.

Nights lay awake in my eyes,

searching for a sign

that says,

I am complete.

By Debdatta Bajpai