Poemed in transit

Counterproductively,
ultra-velocious late-night-mind
accumulates
endless longings.
Thankfully, discarding them –
with a new sunrise.

A child yawns;
annoying sun-rays –
blinding,
teasing,
find my lethargic, shut-eyes.
I pat the kid,
he cries..
Someone in the kitchen,
is already pressure cooking.
Oh, an erection-
not the aroused kind,
more of gotta-pee kind, builds.
I turn away
from the window
and the child,
resolving a fifteen minute
sleep bonus.

The child is generous today,
he decides to play alone.
I drank an extra last night.
Can’t help drinking ‘cos
my accounting abilities are
troubling me.
Bio computing in 2033
is an evolutionary flaw.
An unexpressed skill,
unabated,
despite inventions
of quasi-bio memory chips
installed in every brain.
My long outdated talent
is bottled up.
And now evaporating..
the steam builds in.
Earlier it escaped
through the ears –
but with popular use
of latest sound mitigation techniques
(to  keep sanity)
even that is getting rare.

The child scratches my neck-
need to clip his nails
every Wednesday now.
Oh, and yeah, it was not
a pressure cooker whistle,
my train had blown horn.
It keeps moving fast
not stopping
at a small station.

There is no child either!
Well, there was one, once
who might have turned
eighteen today.
I had departed for the war
on the day he had turned two.

It was a long, deadly war
I have not been home since.

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One Response to Poemed in transit

  1. renu sharma says:

    tumhari poem padhi ..kuchh samajh aayee kuchh nahin….

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