Friday, April 9, 2021

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