I Hustled to the airport-
At the last second of that final second.
I quickly ‘spaced the rows of people,
And finally sat on my seat.
Phone check.
The backlog of sleep!
Before the staff could settle down.
I was happily asleep.
I woke up to screeches and human noises.
My senses in their dreams.
Finally heard where I was,
And that was better than my dreams.
Clear skies’ slight rain,
Cold monsoon morning and Port Blair.
I took a deep, deep breath-
Stealing abundance of air.
As my phone sends me emails and calls,
I put it to peace.
It was this identity that I live-
That fatally keeps me away from,