PS : Sunshine has been imagined as little creatures. No children have been harmed in the process. Neither they have been depicted as criminals. It's a poem on my current life situation.
That night, I was too fatigued
From the routine mundane job.
I got back home, unbuttoned my shirt,
Changed my pants to pyjamas
And undressed the quintessence
Of my dull monotonous life.
I was too tired to take the shower,
Or eat something off the fridge,
Or close the window,
Or pull the curtains .
So I lied down on my bed,
Pulled some linens of self-worth on my body
And rested my head on pillow stuffed with dreams.
Shut down my eyes and slept.
While I was deep asleep,
Some robbers sneaked into my room.
Little sunshine(s) broke into my room.
The little ones came through the window, I had left open.
Small birds are my neighbors.
They live in their cosy nest
On the fifth branch of the local banyan tree.
They are usually awake at that time.
They must have seen them breaking in.
But the conceited neighbours didn't make any noise.
Neither did they wake me up.
The little sunshine(s) spread across the room in a haphazard manner.
They clomped around with their penguin steps, silently and unnoticeably.
And glanced at my stuffs with an uncanny awe.
Jumping one upon each other, they climbed upto my desk.
A bunch of wise priests even started reading the book.
The book I had left open in the hope that one day,
One day when life would grant me one wish to make,
I'd ask for some leisure time
To finish the half-read book.
Some little sunshine(s) scrambled in the dingy corner of my room.
Where piles of disappointment, piles of despair
Along with some piles of dirty laundry were kept.
Few of the more notorious little ones,
Or the more acquisitive ones
Or maybe, it's the same thing,
Marched underneath my bed
Some of them found a treasure chest,
My old suitcase.
They gathered around it
And started shaking.
They loved the noise it made.
The noise of some old books, a broken lamb
And some broken dreams.
The more mischievous ones trekked deeper inside
To explore the darker territories beneath the bed.
To explore the darker territories beneath my heart.
One of them just stumbled upon a cigarette bud,
While walking through a sea of it.
Just the way I stumbled upon the smoking habit,
Innocent and heedless.
Two of them stared with awe at the half burnt picture of my ex.
Some started fighting over the football shoe,
That I had bought, after stealing from my dad's wallet.
The territory was dark and uncharted.
Some little sunshine(s) had climbed over the bed,
And were clomping over my legs
And swinging over my hanging arm.
Some audacious little ones came close to my face
Looked at it closely, and then giggled in unison.
I could feel their warm breaths on my face.
Don't know what prompted,
Suddenly one of them planted a kiss on my cheek.
And I woke up.
I didn't need to check, if anything was stolen.
What could sunshine steal from a house like mine?