This is too much living
One box flowing into nine
Boxes over-lapping
Fuzzy intersection
No corners no angles
Cardboard melting in this pond
My cat sits on my leg
Her tail hugs my calf
My right arm rests on her
This is the only way I can type
My hair has grown this summer
The pony doesn't hold the frontal fronds
The landlord asks me on parking spot
While his mother is hospitalised
We discuss a Rs. 25 per month spot
I had a sandwich earlier
I was satiated then but I am hungry again
I burnt the eggs on boil
I lost track of it in my thoughts
I haven't finished this poem yet
But I need to go pee
Meera is now nestled fully on my left leg
Does she look at the black specs on white screen?
Something some task I have forgotten to do
It nags me right on the nape of my neck
Or maybe this foot that has gone dead
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Chandni Girija
Day 07 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | Global Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2026
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