Waking Murmurs

Birds chirping, pigeons cooing and

colliding with window panes; sharp

rasping barks, the incessant chatter

of guards and cleaners wafting  

upwards, disabling that first soft hour

as the alarm sings me awake.

 

Ignoring this odd symphony, I loll.

But cars honk as they tread the tarmac.

Doorbells chime. A baby cries.

Its mother yells at the maid

 

and that rare moment is lost

when I wanted to snuggle the curves,

caressing the idea I slept with last night.

 

Published: Bengalaru Review, Spring Issue 2021