Chill crawled up my spine like a slithering reptile.
Hugged my patchwork quilt and just lay supine.
Drifted into fitful sleep, and woke with a start.
Bit disoriented, dawn or dusk, it was dark.

I think I was caught in a sort of time warp.
It took a while to shake off and grasp,
Dusk was singing a dirge, felt appalled.
Alarmed got up, before my thoughts snowballed.

Picked up some logs, as the mercury falls.
Fever had taken its toll, so picked up a shawl.
Glanced out of window, lawn draped in smog.
Home was wrapped in silence, loneliness stalked.

Strange, always craved for some quiet time, space
Just catch up with myself, till small arms embraced.
And trill, do I smell my favourite pasta and bread.
Please, after dinner you tuck me in bed.

Smiled to myself as memories flooded
Now he is all grown up and we are buddies.
Was he really here a week from Europe?
Oh, sound like a mom from one of the soaps…

A nervous laughter escaped my parched lips
My sullen mood was clutching me in its grip.
This was the hour when kids stormed into hall.
Is this how an addict feels symptoms of withdrawal?

Mamta Agarwal

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-languid-mood/