I had taken mobile phone to my sleep.
My  head went talking to the shoulder
On a motor cycle, my feet screeching
A halt to a speed-breaker at  school
A kid in schoolbag on the road-sign.

My loneliness sang ditties of my space
As it rode a motorbike to another space
Eating up crumbs of married loneliness
In a storied meal-box hanging to side. 

I  turned to the  wall, to the left of sleep
And the phone rang and the head leaned
To my shoulder to listen to its whispers.


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