Sleep...

A thin cotton sheet crawls up a tired sleeping being

and gently heaves to the rhythm of his breath.

Ceiling fan spins the song of silence

in a soothing hum of calming breeze.

The muslin shivers to the winds from the ceiling,

tenderly patting the soul to dreams.

Cuddled in the warmth of mother pondy*

rests a tired man from a long day at work,

in search of a peaceful blink.

Scribbled as I hear my father snore after a long, hectic day at work.

*Pondy - Puducherry or Pondicherry, a union territory in Tamil Nadu, southern India… where Aum and me are currently enjoying our vacation with my parents and defrosting ourselves at 42 degrees from the chills of London.