Whispering Thoughts

Bread toast for breakfast. My regular menu. The watch ticks 9. Plan to leave the meal unfinished. The hurried gulping Not helped by horlicks-laden milk shake. 9:15. A panicking look at watch. I should be out on road. Right now. An urge to leave utensils unwashed. The cockroaches scurrying across, The remnants of someone’s dinner, Strongly deter. The dress all stained with water, The dish washing done, I run a comb through hair, Not stopping to look At the volume of tangled mess in comb, Done, all done. As I change my shoes. Wait, wait, wait! The bed-spread creased And wrinkled. Can’t leave it like that. So smoothed and stretched, Oh! I spread it again. Not daring to look At the watch, I pick up my bag And am out of the door, Out on the road. Finally. And by estimate I am a good fifteen minute late. Unusually I hail a rickshaw. 20 bucks! For a small stretch That I would have walked Had I not been running l...

Why do you Stay away from The empty plots Littered with garbage? Demons Don’t live there. Except for folklores And Scary stories. They live closer than that. Much closer: In Our Hollow hearts. Linking with Write on Edge - Weekend Linkup

Two little hands Out of nowhere Going round My neck Slimy. Gooey. Soppy. Wake up affrighted. The clock ticks 3. A.M. Scared to Close the eyes. Lest the beast Cuts across My captain-bed. Linking with Trifextra: Week Ninety-One

Sleeping off her mornings, For this bachelor girl Doesn’t have to Send people To schools or offices. And when she faces the sun, Hurries with hair and care. A slice of bread Perhaps two And rarely three Downed with milk, Not often though. And then off to office. Steps outrunning others, To make it on time. Motivation? Her ever-growing list Of stuff for guys back home. Steps outrunning shadows, Mind planning Some mix-n-match cooking Towards evening. Then some aimless browsing, Poem or two. The day’s all-done. Trying to sleep With an Aching thought. ‘tis not my home-roof. Unfaltering routine. Linking with Trifecta : Week Ninety-Nine

Someday I’ll fade. Dust in dust. Air in air. Elements in elements. And Name in names. Till then I’m busy scribbling, On these walls. To be read later. Both, With love and contempt. Linking up with Trifextra - Week Eighty-Nine Linking up with Write on Edge - Weekend Linkup