Half Truth

I don't know how many moons

became full and sank at the horizon

the last three months are a blur

disappeared like the forgotten eclipse.

Sky  I did not watch although

I am a moon gazer watching wakeful

the changing colours - silver to yellow

when dreams evade my imagination

despite pill induced sleep late very late

but I wake up with a dream half remembered

half startling me to a sweaty morning,

I try to recollect my dream sipping

my half cup tea tasteless odorless.

I need not rush anywhere

no bus to catch, no office to push files

I start the computer for the pending work

when my cell phone rings

Good morning Princess Sophie - Good morning

Yes, Good morning my Prince charming

but who is this Sophie

You, you my love, today you are Sophie

yesterday you were Juliet,

Tomorrow you'll be Satanica - ha-ha !

Breakfast comes, messages flow

I  walk to the bathroom to get ready

for another day of social Sabbath

God sleeps and I wake to life.

Sabita Sahu