The early morning...

The eerie feeling of an alien dawn,
Creeps into the heart as the birds chirp goodnight,
Hours of interrupted sleep,
And an early morning and the flight.

A lump moves with virility,
A vulnerable glance at the sleeping beauty,
I could gaze for a million years,
If not for the honk in the yonder.

I collect my wistful pack,
Walk cautiously down the mundane steps,
I miss the unseen level and scramble to balance,
So similar and yet so different.

The trip is a count of good glimpses,
The air that of a lazy morning,
The occasional light brings you to life
But then you are lost again.

The abyss was never too deep,
Yet I kept falling down,
There were trusses and props
But never did I extend an arm for help.

A monotony embedded in the moment,
Void spread around the ambience,
Vaccum echoed into mute ears,
A smell of the plain and the normal

The reverie went on till the stop,
I whipped out a couple and the cursory ‘Thanks’
Still in the stupor and the blur
I move to another day…