Countless poets and songwriters have been born,
Of men and women with hearts lovelorn.
Playing with a pen the chords of their heart,
Mightier than the sword, say some, and vicious as a poisoned dart.
'Tis the beauty of true love, it fails to die,
It lingers in the morning drizzle, and the mournful sigh.
Not till then you realize, how the heart can ache,
It does, and literally so, till that is all one can take.
Pain brings out the creative in you, they say,
The judge, of what's good, in the audience does lay.
They applaud, for, sometime, they have felt the anguish,
The others, they never in love's cove did languish.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Of late nights and sleepy mornings...
The title to this post couldn't have been any more misleading. The 'life is a party' picture is so not what I want to paint with this one. I am not in college anymore! With work, life becomes a recurring loop of five day waits for weekends, and two days of not being able to squeeze out what one had in mind for the weekend.
Amply aware of the digressions I am capable of, I will now consciously move to the idea of this post. I write this post at 00:00 (Thursday midnight), and of course, I have work beginning 7:30 tomorrow. Posting this right now is as avoidable as all the random surfing and song listening I have been upto for the last two hours. Yet, this is a story I see repeating every night for me.
At 11:30, I am like - another half an hour, must sleep by 12. At 12 I go, what's wrong with another half maybe. At 12:30, I do the math and find I have another six and a half hours to sleep. Then I quietly pick up my phone, and delay the alarm by another 5 minutes - w00t w00t! I made myself some time. I can always rush through some of the morning chores!
Fast forward to next morning. My biological clock makes sure I wake up around half an hour before the alarm is supposed to go off. The chirping of birds and the intensity of sunlight is enough to tell me that I don't have much time left. I do the horrible error of checking time, and my fears are confirmed. I pull my bedsheet over my head, and force myself to enjoy the few minutes of sleeping time left. It's hard to imagine how annoying it is.
Suddenly, all the sounds around you seem to amplify a thousand times. All of a sudden a distant bird realizes it is time to chirp periodically. Then there is always this newspaper/book lying open somewhere in your room whose pages decide to flutter. Or the alarm belonging to one of your flatmates, who has vowed to get up early to jog or something, goes off in the other room, nearly two hours before he would finally wake up (obviously this alarm, though right next to his ear, fails to wake him up).
Then, it is time one's own alarm sounds the death knell. I usually prefer to keep it at a time when I have no option but to pop out of bed. I mutter myself some abuses for keeping up late the previous night, and promise myself to come back and sleep early that night. Today morning was no exception!
Amply aware of the digressions I am capable of, I will now consciously move to the idea of this post. I write this post at 00:00 (Thursday midnight), and of course, I have work beginning 7:30 tomorrow. Posting this right now is as avoidable as all the random surfing and song listening I have been upto for the last two hours. Yet, this is a story I see repeating every night for me.
At 11:30, I am like - another half an hour, must sleep by 12. At 12 I go, what's wrong with another half maybe. At 12:30, I do the math and find I have another six and a half hours to sleep. Then I quietly pick up my phone, and delay the alarm by another 5 minutes - w00t w00t! I made myself some time. I can always rush through some of the morning chores!
Fast forward to next morning. My biological clock makes sure I wake up around half an hour before the alarm is supposed to go off. The chirping of birds and the intensity of sunlight is enough to tell me that I don't have much time left. I do the horrible error of checking time, and my fears are confirmed. I pull my bedsheet over my head, and force myself to enjoy the few minutes of sleeping time left. It's hard to imagine how annoying it is.
Suddenly, all the sounds around you seem to amplify a thousand times. All of a sudden a distant bird realizes it is time to chirp periodically. Then there is always this newspaper/book lying open somewhere in your room whose pages decide to flutter. Or the alarm belonging to one of your flatmates, who has vowed to get up early to jog or something, goes off in the other room, nearly two hours before he would finally wake up (obviously this alarm, though right next to his ear, fails to wake him up).
Then, it is time one's own alarm sounds the death knell. I usually prefer to keep it at a time when I have no option but to pop out of bed. I mutter myself some abuses for keeping up late the previous night, and promise myself to come back and sleep early that night. Today morning was no exception!
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