She awoke on the cozy,
Wrinkled shrouds of her sleep,
Cursed the sun rays,
To knock her eyes; open.
The scrambled hair,
Reminded the sphagetti from last night,
And then when the spine craked,
A long scream of silence.
The hands strecthed,
To cuddle the new day,
And the sunlight pierced in,
To fill in the eternal energy of life.
Her legs too shy to kiss the ground,
That she dragged them to the floor,
A little adjustment of her top,
And a pull to the skirt, off she went.
After all the morning disciplines,
She stood for the coffee,
It was the only tonic,
For the nostalgia of life.
Every sip from the mug,
Seemed to add a little more booz,
A tranqualiser, to dissolve her senses,
And a kick to be restored in reality.
Lost in the fumes she woke up,
To see the tumbler empty,
The clock roaring for the classes,
No time for backaches.
She is fantasized to see her looks,
A little maskara, a bit kajal,
Self moistened lips,
Some curls straightened and its done.
She rushes to her conveyance,
Her own peppy ride,
And when she grips the throtle,
Its her part now.
Off she goes,
Under the grey skies,
Piercing the wind,
Rejoicing with the thunder.
She wants it desperately,
The showers, the cold drops,
The call has been answered,
And there is she; amidst the fall.
She has got her freedom,
She has got her wings,
She has got her flight,
And thats whats her ''Pleasure''.
