My sister was away at Kansas for about a month.....I dont know if I missed her. Too many mixed sibling feelings there. But, as we left for work together today, I had this deep sense of things getting back to normal.
Milk with television,
newpapers strewn in the loo.
Gaze sleepily at the wardrobe for 20 mins;
to pick up whatever hit the floor first.
She hollers as I drown in the bathroom, I pick up her soiled clothes;
the driver waits for an hour yet we dont make it to breakfast.
Hunt for dupattas, call-locate phones buried under cushions;
grab tiffin boxes, carry sandals to the car.
Shower of curses, rain of reminders from haggard grandparents;
And a call enroute to remind of a deserted laptop!
The resigned driver reverses on a one-way,
and a fuming mum hands it over.
Song requests turn little bro a RJ and,
Democracy rues Blues the clear winner!
Locks blow-dried on Spurtank road,
lip-balms tossed across at Mount road.
Clear bags of yesterday's junk at the signal;
scramble for combs in the jam.
Rue over forgotten things as the car skids to a halt;
Narowly escape being run over when hopping dividers.
Mail each other when we get to office,
And the natural order of things are restored!
romie ;)
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Neoliberal poetry?
good one.
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