One of my many crippled attempts

when you curl up in the bed of spring leaves
and God obliges you with half sleep,
somewhere in darkness of your wild dreams,
you find an eccentric relief.


your mama didn't tell you about your dad,
he suddenly disappeared with not a penny to spare
you looked for him at places he never went,
in sharply lit dungeons, you catch his essence


oblivious to your presence, he woos the maiden with maroon 5
you look at him from behind the blinds in despise
a year ago, he bought home a dream car
today he roams around in it without you or mama, but a cigar

a dreary silence crawls up your skin
when mama, who you left moaning, can't be seen
a note from a stranger is kept underneath
a cup still brimmed up with hot tea
next destination- hospital at the neighbouring Mark St.