When Roused From Slumber

As morning steals over my supine body roused from slumber
I wake slowly, groggily as if in a trance
Shaking off threads of dreams that I somewhat remember

I shift in bed, coaxing my cramped limbs into wakeful surrender
Moving them in a random rhythmic dance
As morning steals over my supine body roused from slumber

I groan at the sight of the golden sun spilling into my bed chamber
Its brilliance stings my eyes as I steal it a glance
Shaking off threads of dreams that I somewhat remember

I cover my eyes attempting to ward off the day that I know I fritter
I run my fingers through my hair that is askance
As morning steals over my supine body roused from slumber

God! Why can I not awake each morning just a bit more chipper?
I struggle to clear mental cobwebs, to advance
Shaking off threads of dreams that I somewhat remember

Rubbing my hooded eyes into sleeplessness, donning a sweater
I descend the stairs in a stumbling stance.
I peer ahead half-awake, hating the cold forenoon of winter
Shaking off threads of dreams that I somewhat remember
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Sonal Singh

Sonal Singh is the Founder/Director of a manpower search firm called Rian Placements. She dabbles in travel and writing. She believes that life is a repertoire of anecdotes strung together in a colourful array, like a beaded necklace. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, make life a melange of tales and conversational tidbits. And, this is what she attempts to capture through her writing.

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