Birds chirping, pigeons cooing
and
Published: Bengalaru Review, Spring Issue 2021
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.
