Morning Diary

I open my eyes,

blink and close again.

After repeating a few more times

I finally am awake.

I dial 98......81 to wake

you up too.

Selfish I am.

You hate morning,

I know.

“Hel-l-l-o-o…”

I don’t answer

You keep on speaking

I don’t know

What you speak.

But

I feel you smile

I feel you cry

I feel you touch

I feel you beside me.

The morning

starts blossoming before me.

You stop abruptly

trying to hear my breath

“You there?”

I don’t answer.

Then you scream

“Kaaliiiiiiii, look

how is he bugging me”

Your pet bitch.

Everyday she sleeps

beside you.

Interferes between us

with her never-ending sneezing and barking.

Drag your immediate attention

You get busy with her

I keep on calling you

“hello, hello….”

Finally I'll hear

“will call you back in two minutes”

Disgusted I am.

Jealous I am.

You call me up.

It’s my turn now.

I start grumbling

like a school-going kid

“I don’t want to go to office today

When will I buy my digital-SLR

I want to leave this boring city

I want to cuddle you, right now”

My wish list continues.

You giggle in between

share my yearnings with Kaali

as if she is one beautiful fairy

who’ll fulfill my wishes

I stop finally.

“Anything else?” you ask seriously.

“No” I say grimly.

And you burst into laughter :))).

“You are a kid. Grow up, you dumbo..”

The verdict is out.

I am a kid.

I hang up the phone in anger :(.

But it starts ringing again, frenziedly,

until I pick it up.

You start talking again

This time I listen to you;

your words

your moods

your shenanigans,

till you scream

“Its already 9:30

when will you go to office?”.

I rush off.

I am again late for the office.

Well, that was a morning

few months ago.

Now , the morning sits beside my bed, quietly.

The conversation is over.

I don’t grumble now.

I don’t hear any giggle or barking either.

The silence has filled up the empty morning.