DAYDREAMER

May3, 2009 malarthamil

Cat-walking the pedestrian cross
Smiling at the red sign post
Half exposed can say almost nude
Except for the colourful bands
She greets ‘Halo’ to unknown men
A torn jeans man asks ‘when?’ and ‘where?’
Not knowing she is not a whore,
Not knowing she is a Daydreamer.

She wears sandals on the wrong foot
Goes shopping to buy some fruits
Picks men’s cologne for daily use
The sales girl praises her choice to gift,
Not knowing she is a Daydreamer.

She tries to call her first lover
Dialling again her own number
Talks to herself in the library hall
Searches cookery in the History shelf
Almost enters the Men’s toilet
Not knowing what she is doing,

She takes much care to toast the bread
With pure butter to shine like gold
Makes a sandwich nice smelling
Feeds the dog in her dining
But eats the food bought for dog
Not knowing how it tastes.

She ties the watch dial over the skin
Waiting for a taxi long in vein
Missing the cabs stands in the rain
Does she expect a driver handsome?
Or invites cold for care from her mum?

Yes of course her mother comes there
With a flowery umbrella kindly to share
It is true,
A mother knows well her daughter,
For others eyes she is a Daydreamer.