midtown sleep...

'Open your eyes...
open up...'
the feminine voice non stop
from the digital alarm
with blue and silver top
kept saying in a sing-song manner...

initially it looked a morn
a cloudy desolate kind
but as senses got reorganised
he found himself in a room
with big glass windows
through which a golden aura showed
and lit up every single inch...
he thought he was at a sandy beach...

the trees common looked uncommonly new
as if they were eucalyptus few
planted by some genie sudden
he found himself sand laden
and the sky was so monsoon like
felt it had rained somewhere the day and the night...

'open your eyes...
open up...'
he thought he heard not so distant lapping up
of waves breaking into foams white
he thought he saw a rising tide...
glistening boulders...mica shine
he thought he saw tables laid for some people to dine...
at the beach...sandy windy cloudy one
and umbrellas having pictures of white swans...
on blue canvas painted good
he thought he for years by that scene stood...

finally the bustle came in
a bathos with the real thrill...
he was asleep in a car
and the stereo blared
a jingle loud...
and the jam just looked like a filthy crowd...
and those electronic boards glowed red and green
causing him to have a grin
to his own self so much lost
he then a paper slip tossed
out of the window for the city...
those noisy lousy hurly burly things-
he just pitied...

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