September 14, 2009

Idling

Five mornings of sleeping in till one of four parents loses patience and calls

Two of catching crimson sunrises through eyes crimson with a cold

Seventeen afternoons of making mental grocery lists while looking busy at work

And three of obscenely long siestas after overeating one's own cooking

Fourteen evenings spent reading in coffee shops

Waiting for friends, calls, and that darned cappuccino I ordered 15 minutes ago

Umpteen nights of racing cars and growing tomatoes on the computer

While the washing machine spins and spins and spins

And each day a pointless pin driven into the velvet pincushion of eternity

9 comments:

Kanika Chandra said...

Absolutely idly & ideally brilliant!

The Wanderer said...

Oooh ! Delicious...the serious twist in the tale/tail ! The last line...literature. Nice.

Mobi said...

ohh deep.. very deep.

wendigo said...

you're a poet
you don't knowet

Rash said...

Blown away.

fishbowl said...

how beautifully poetic

Chandrama said...

Such simple yet awesome images. Your words have a certain charm. I can relate to them so well :)

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