Senses

 Senses

Bright winter sunshine
Sitting in the garden
A bee buZzing lazily
Full of nectar from the flowers

Pigeon on the clothes line
Interrupted in the middle of a gurgle
By loud roar of a motorbike
Left left left left
Commands of the parade sergeant
Practicing for the republic day
My eyelids becoming heavier
Droop in a reverie
A bright red glowing curtain
Falls before my eyes
The light
Illuminating my mind
Or is the luminous curtain
my mind ?
On which these thoughts
Are playing like a movie
Dried leaves
Rustling in the gentle breeze
Loud racuous music
Being blared
From some random loudspeakers
Disturbing the chain of thought
Bulbul to the rescue

Sharp scent of chameli
Wafting on the tendril of a breeze
A pesky fly sitting on the face
The weight of its limbs magnified on skin
Lingering taste of the biscuit
Eaten sometime back
The scarlet screen
Fluttering with the flow of thoughts
But who is watching this screen?