Unable to sleep
I walk down the silent road -
No one, but me all alone.
Everyone asleep, tired, exhausted.
Each pair of closed eyes -
Seeing a different dream of a new tomorrow.
I walk, barefoot -
Holding my floaters in my hand
Not wanting to shatter the dreams.
I look around -
A sleeping old woman, perhaps a beggar.
A dog sleeping near her.
Her pillow, the extra saree she carries with her around,
His pillow, her wrinkled hand.
A man sleeping on the pushcart -
The one that earns bread for him in the day -
Turns into a comfortable bed for him to rest at night.
His face, tired yet serene.
I walk for a long time –
Unaware of the distance covered.
Tired, I sit on the road, under a tree
Resting my head on the trunk, I look up
A nest of crow, right above my head –
The mother crow, sitting on the adjacent branch stares down at me
The next moment she shifts close to the nest,
Fearing, I would wake up her little ones, or worse
I close my eyes, feel the silence
Allow the breeze to calm my senses.
After what seems like a few minutes,
I hear voices and sounds –
I open my eyes to the bright light.
It is morning and people are back to business.
I search for the old lady and the man –
They are gone already.
I put on my floaters and walk back home.
That night I slept peacefully-
After a many sleepless nights on my comfortable bed.