morning auto ride

The sea and the sky are

neatly folded in the almirah.

Starched,dry cleaned,

sari, ironed stiff.

The meticulous square

for a paper dance game,

rests shielded

from the monsoon mold

in a layer of silica gel.

The cold rain of the yester night,

warming listless thoughts

in the early morning auto.

The silly breeze sneaks

through the hair,pulling taut.

Chills the  eyes,

Peppy kajal.

Lungs all puffed up

with the minty air.

Pawn that sari
to make the meter run

until the sun evaporates

all of the early morn.