The Desk Warrior

Sleep, sleep go away
Go hang by the crescent moon's corner
I only get these hours 
You come to take away the rest
In your arms
You hold me tight 
Sometimes I have bruises after the night
My neck hurts
My shoulders too 
Last year where I had surgery
That throbs too 
I wish I could find a well
Or a canyon
I could then go scream in privacy
To my heart's content 

I could then go about my work pile

Nonchalantly like my pumping heart

But that well from my native village

And that canyon from the documentary I had seen

Only pop in my 2-minute tea break fantasies 

These screams accumulate inside of me

While all anyone sees

Are my round smiling back

And my perennial nodding Buddha head

-

Chandni Girija 

Day 18 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo