Waking Up on a Mildly Cloudy Evening

I don’t remember hearing it rain

but the balcony breeze

smells like petrichor.

in between sips of coffee

I gaze at the twilight sky

with its reluctant clouds

and solitary birds

making their way home.

thunder rumbles in the distance,

the sound of old memories awakening.

you’d ask me to write a poem

on a day like this,

and I’d say “you didn’t like my last one”

and you’d say “you can always write more”

and I’d write you something

before heading off to sleep.

I don’t remember hearing you leave

but my pages are empty

and my neck is still sore.

Abhigyan

"I have been passing myself off as a human for about 23 years now, and I'm currently pursuing my Masters in Physics from the University of Delhi."