Battery of my phone was too sleepy
The alarm dozed off…
A series of “Getting Late” followed
The mirror frowned at me
and I stepped out of that drowsy door…
I sat in the bus that looked like my boss
Always in a hurry,
thousand things to worry…
A lamppost…A milkman…A vendor
Three things my eyes picked up on the way.
And the brain in there started its day!
A coffee mug, some tapping shoes
I can smell the paper, with news and views..
These e-mails I guess were up all night,
Spams have their own battle to fight.
The cursor moves with a lazy click,
Wake up guys “We’ve gotta be quick”!
Hustle bustle come and go
Each hour performs a different show..
The now super fast clock completes one whole round
I see faces disappear, with their annoying sound
I shut the laptop and pick up my bag
Jump off the stairs and remove the tag
And that’s when my senses pick up a pace
Those two stuck lips, curve a smile on my face
I breathe, I laugh, I think, I write
And that’s what I call a perfect “Good Night”