On the morning jog..

On The Morning Jog...

Early morning alarm,

Aan... indisciplined groan,

A strong willed shrug to the cosy sheet,

Now its easier, and even welcoming,

Ablution, quick dressing

Tying shoe laces, flight down the stairs,

Brrr..The chilled breeze;

Dark boulevard,

Copious verdant canopies

Streams of sunlight filtering through

Birdy tweets and chirps

Headphones stuffed ears

A warm up trot;

Ouch! A pinch in the calf, piquant;

The gait becomes easier

A single bead of sweat makes its way down the ridge of the face

Oops into my t-shirt;

The sleep induced lethargy wearing off

The body picking up steam

The trot turns into a lope

Breathing turns into panting

Fellow joggers, noisome whiffs

Rocks pelting on ear-drum

Heart pounds hum-dum

Adrenaline surging;

An exhilaration of freedom...

Freedom; The body breaks out of the bonds of languor

My thought strays upon you

The confines of your affections

A blissful abandonment

Compels me into defection

What are you nothing more than an unwanted emotion

I shrug you out into thin beads of perspiration

The suit slick with sweat (reeking of you) clings on

A frantic SOS embrace

Only to end up in the wash

I hide behind a happy mask

Serotonin doped blood cruising through the veins

As the last ounce of energy ebbs out

And the legs give way

The pants turn into gasps

The sprint to a jog

The jog to a trot

The trot into a deep drag

Aah…a lung full of air…