How I Look in the Morning
/Poem on self-introspection
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How I Look in the Morning:
The face that sleeps on
a disheveled bed
is not my DP
Rather, it looks more like a
faded negative from an
old photo studio
Flared nostrils discarding
used breath in random
staccato bursts.
I sleep side on, arms flayed
one indisciplined leg always
dangling from the edge of
the bed, probing depths
Loose end of a disjointed
frame, giving the impression
of a half-opened book
page mark sticking out.
My bed sheet and quilt are
always at dagger-head and
my dog sleeps on my pillow.
But then, that’s how mornings
are- gifts without wrappers.
I mean there should be
some concession for a hard
earned sleep.
Horses are smart. They sleep
standing. And remain the same
horse through the night.
What if, I turn into a horse for
the night. Or a lamppost. And
keep my DP face, lopsided
smile dangling.
Just like the 9 'O' clock news-
reader, forever framed.
By Raja Chakraborty
From: India
Instagram: raja_chak.66