|Pic: Ankita Shreeram|
The sky unflowers
From ink to light
Stretches lazily, and sneezes
Sending the clouds a f l u t t e r
They dot the sky
In different directions, patterns
Each seeking -
A different vagabond destiny.
The trees stay aloof
By now, immune
To the charms of the waking sky
Until one is teased by a passing bird
Sending whispers of cool wind
Into drowsy windows.
The wind sneaks
Into sleep-soft skin and puffy eyes,
Curled up bodies and slumbering blankets,
Until the whole world unflowers
To join hands with the morning sky.