Snooze

Tube lights in my office burn like the sun
And the air-conditioner hum is a lullaby in the day
My already drowsy eyes sprout imaginary swords
And fight my eyelids to stay open
A bloodbath that masquerades as tears
As a gasp escapes like a yawn
My thoughts rush and settle on a distant mug
And smell its rim dried brown with coffee
Hungrier now, it floats to my bedside 
Sniffs at stationery and longs for the pen
Curls up, blanket over the head and snoozes
I continue typing about smartphones and speakers

Dry Day

It is a sullen noon

something in the air 

refuses to be trapped

rebelling

it erupts in furious writing

and frowns 

and a furrowed forehead

I am adding a crow's feet 

every year

time is a concept they say

but I never lose count this way

I have dreamed

and let them soar

But in this dreamodrome

there are more accidents 

than successful take offs

and many, mid way

just flop down with engine failure

or lack of fuel

or some kind of passenger protest

I cannot find my bellows

to flare up these fires

today some restlessness

is snuffing everything 

I once called my spirit