Waking Up
An uneasy sleep,
You wake up with a start,
But there’s this dull throbbing
Inside your head which refuses to go.
A cup of tea grows cold
On your bedside table.
Inconsistency.
They are playing Beatles next door.
But to you it seems to be just noise.
Unnecessary noise.
You cram those cello-taped glasses
on your face-
But the buildings outside the window
Still continue to sway.
Things ricochet off the walls
And hit you squarely on the face.
But nothing happens to you.
They were repairing the roads yesterday.
Yet, you wonder why
every inch of your room, today
Smells like burnt asphalt.
You blink.
And slowly everything,
(even the noise)
Like dust, settles down.
With those white knuckles
You rub your eyes,
And realize that you are awake.
Wide awake.
Manosij Ghosh lives in Pondicherry, India where he is a math major. While not writing poems he can be found on the beach trying to solve problems in algebra. His papers on Number Theory have been published in different mathematical journals.