Weaving dreams

 Blurred green fields

From a racing car-

Stick to my eyelids.

Ameen sayani's magnetic voice

Announces yet another

Mukesh melody.

Virginia Wolf scowls 

From the cover of a book.

Silver birches swing

Under the pressure of the wind,

Aroma of the hot brewing coffee

And amma's 'lakshmi rave ma intike'

Blend into a hot steaming creamy cup.

Banu racks her head and mine

Over the complicated tangle,

Of a circumlocutory kolam.

Tsunami waves

Seem to engulf 

The beaches of Kollam-

While the Eagles sing 

'Hotel California'in full throated ease

From the you tube.

Sree padmanabha reclines in 

Great splendour decked to the hilt

With sparkling gold and diamonds.

Indians scorn at Kalmadi

And every Malayali ,

Parul ben clarifies 

That she makes the 

The best methi roti in Ahmadabad.

Shrill ringing of the

Milkman's cycle bell

Jolts me out of my bed,

Rubbing my eyes 

I frantically try to 

Weave a single dream and fail!!