my daily routine now
is a long list of things
to miss one alarm and
snooze the other
is now a habit inbuilt
waking up is a process
intricate, of numerous
trails and errors
repeated in counts
once at seven and
next, minutes scarce to ten
to find myself alone
as mother has already left
the door wide ajar,
the house in a hurry
to myself and also
to the cat, napping
on an ivory bedspread
tasks pile up,
one over the other
two plates on the sink and
some peeled banana skin
like solid blocks of jenga
waiting just to crumble
moments after hot shower,
with a blunt edged pencil
a messy bun is rolled
out of dripping unkept hair
before the lit up screen highlights
the summation of minutes
I've missed
like once before and
this time,
less than half and hour.
©️ amrita