Jul 16, 20222 min readIt's 9 in the morningIt's 9 in the morning On yet another doubtful day Not even sure Completely uncertain But with a subtle belief That the community siren will blow its top To tell people that it's 9 in the morning As always. Every day of my life Well 2 decades back now I grew up from a boy to a man Losing my youth on the way The sleepy and laid-back city Suddenly waking up to the siren It was of no emergency But of 9 in the morning. With the sirenI would rush to the balcony From where the slice of the sky was not so bad My friend's uncle would look up in the sky As a daily routine For a plane flying south to Madras Yes of course he was a travel agent The doctor would walk out of his house With the most depressing look ever To take his car out for work My search would be for the local community cleaner For he would get me my Mary Jane For with the siren blow I knew its 9 in the morning. In years that passed by I would hate if the old man would leave After the siren would blow This was the time When I would rush out to the balcony With a contraceptive in my pocket For my newfound girlfriends to come Usually in a hand-pulled rickshaw My libido would rush After a joint in the terrace For some wild sex For the siren had blown And it's 9 in the morning. I visited the lane after a decade To find no siren blow At 9 in the morning The doctor I heard is dead And so is the travel agent And a long time my old man The community cleaner's son has taken over The balcony looked lonely Decadence with time So much has changed It's 9 in the morning Yet no siren As if it was sucked out of my mother's stomach The way her gall bladder was taken out Last week at 9 in the morning
It's 9 in the morning On yet another doubtful day Not even sure Completely uncertain But with a subtle belief That the community siren will blow its top To tell people that it's 9 in the morning As always. Every day of my life Well 2 decades back now I grew up from a boy to a man Losing my youth on the way The sleepy and laid-back city Suddenly waking up to the siren It was of no emergency But of 9 in the morning. With the sirenI would rush to the balcony From where the slice of the sky was not so bad My friend's uncle would look up in the sky As a daily routine For a plane flying south to Madras Yes of course he was a travel agent The doctor would walk out of his house With the most depressing look ever To take his car out for work My search would be for the local community cleaner For he would get me my Mary Jane For with the siren blow I knew its 9 in the morning. In years that passed by I would hate if the old man would leave After the siren would blow This was the time When I would rush out to the balcony With a contraceptive in my pocket For my newfound girlfriends to come Usually in a hand-pulled rickshaw My libido would rush After a joint in the terrace For some wild sex For the siren had blown And it's 9 in the morning. I visited the lane after a decade To find no siren blow At 9 in the morning The doctor I heard is dead And so is the travel agent And a long time my old man The community cleaner's son has taken over The balcony looked lonely Decadence with time So much has changed It's 9 in the morning Yet no siren As if it was sucked out of my mother's stomach The way her gall bladder was taken out Last week at 9 in the morning