FRAGMENTS OF THOUGHTS

I push the books aside,

and my papers for tomorrow.

The lamp, switch it off;

pull up the covers

and lay down on the bed,

oh! So welcoming!

And just as I am about to fall

into the deep valleys

of sweet slumber,

the cell phone beeps.

The lamp, I switch it on.

Your message, requesting me

to do you a favor with some mails.

My eyes droop no longer.

Some yawns and a smile

play around my lips.

The clock ticks on.

Sleep evades; thoughts take over:

your  message, your face, mails,

your smile, amidst the watchman’s

frosted whistles,

our handshake, always formal,

kept formal,

all a whirlwind…

Beeps again. The alarm.

The  sun.

The glowing lamp, hot;

I switch it off, and rush,

my eyes burning.

10 am:

You text and thank me for the mails.

And, yes, mention that you come back

tomorrow.

Ah! It is wonderland again.

Work evades now, and I am sure

that tonight also,

I will Dream with my eyes open!