Siesta

A quiet afternoon
As the sun glared overhead
a stolen day of summer holidays
we slipped away
together
to explore the mysteries of our old house
the guava tree
danced, lost in the song of the hot wind
squirrels jumped and flocked together
to nibble at some ripe fruit.
the world went deep into blissful siesta
And the street still
like a painting
except for the hawkers
that arrived
no matter what
to lure a prospective buyer.

We drifted quietly
into the mysterious world
in that dark corner at the roof
where some old books
tins and woods
rested and waited
for their turn
to be disposed off.
Their discoloured motheaten visage
charmed and informed our child's mind.
We lost
in the woods of our minds
when the whole world left us
alone
to explore.
Siblings of the childhood.
Awe and shock..
I saw
your metamorphosis.
Proudly
you let me sleep on your bosom.
secret out
you were a woman.
Contempt in your eyes
You slapped twice
on my small impersonal chest.
And you got an exit
from our fantasy world
promising me
a new love.