Livin’ on a Prayer…

Last Saturday I woke real early,

stepped out on the road.

And every corner I peeked,

I found you God…………….

We’ve got it all …Oh so we say….

But only God Knows..

We’re livin’ on a prayer

 (First Cross on the turn to my lane)

 (A soft bloom)

 (Second cross on Carters)

 (The Red cross on Carters)

 (The fourth cross at Carters)

 (By the sea)

 (A son rests and sleeps below)

 (Love the Greens)

 (Morning company?)

 (Yellow Cross at chimbai)

 (In a lil tiny lane behind 'The Bagel Shop')

 (The cross at Sherly Village)

 (Unite in Peace)

 (Gods own creation)

 (I stand alone with thee)

 (I protect thee and you protect me)

 (By the mangroves)

 (A companion to my thoughts)

The Neighbours !!!!

I enter the gates…. I enter home…...

up the stairs ….. I smell a cake being baked….

is that someone over the phone?

Whose baby is crying? I keep climbing….

I hear the voice of the actors on a television show….

I smell fresh masala being fried……

I hear a dog bark and it’s not mine…..

I hear a door bang close….. I keep walking

….is that laughter coming out of that door?

The song of Robbie William’s Angel fills my ears…

or was it Beatles?

All doors are closed in front of me… am I locked out?

I reach a door…I ring a bell

and there my mother greets me with a warm welcome

….and bang another door closes!!!!

Was that me????

I open my eyes and I’m standing alone in the middle of the dark corridor. How did I get here I ask myself. What time is it? The corridor is empty, the entire hostel is asleep. How did I get here? Did I sleep walk? God I’m scared. I need to get back to my room to bed.

I lie there on my bed all alone. Frightened. What if some day I get up in the middle of the night and don’t know where I am. Alone on a dark winding road which is unfamiliar to me. Alone in my night pyjamas. No money. No phone. No nothing. What if?

What if in my sleep I walk to my balcony, and jump. I don’t know who I am or what I can do when I’m sleep walking. Is it the same Charlene? Or someone else walking?
Is it me who decides what I do when I’m sleep-walking or it some third person in me who’s trying to break free.

Will it ever end? How do I know it’s the end? What if I don’t remember where I’ve been last night sleep-walking? Who’s this person in me who wants to explore? Who wants to get out? Is she a dormant side of me who gets her way at night when I have no control of my body? Or do I have control of my body? I don’t know.