Sunrays breaching the window crevices,
A grimace cursing the intolerant sun.
My peep through the slanket,
The sleeves in the blanket,
Bedroom cafe and the lurching woman.
The rattle of the tea-cups,
And the battle of the sloths.
Gusty winds from the east,
And the undaunted snoring beast.
The scent of a woman.
Her hairs afloat,
the shiver in the lips,
And the cluttering teeth.
Love irresistible, and so the Darjeeling tea.
The broken bangles, the amorous moves, and
The brutal neighbour, with the mighty gargles
The lips so close, and the boisterous laugh,
The shattered love, and
The half-burnt beedi.