There comes a time when life doesn’t make any sense. It happened long time ago, when I was a teenager. But today, I am not.
Just when I thought life was going smooth, I was hit by the vagueness of it.
Where is my life going? What am I doing? Am I doing something meaningful for myself or for others? Myriads of questions seep into my mind. They worry me, not so much by the day but definitely by the night. But what good is worrying and wandering in the vague dark corridors of my thoughts. So I decide to catch some sleep and chase some dreams.
One day gone. One more to come.
I would love to be all alone if I get a bed to sleep with a soft pillow under my head and a cushion under my feet. A music soft and relaxing that would gently fill the room. Some aroma candles and incense sticks to give me a therapeutic feel and make the pain and tension disappear and drift like a smoke in the air. With my body relaxed and my mind at rest I would slip into an hour or so of sleep. Then when I get up, I would need a rich cup of hot chocolate or even some coffee would be magical. Watching T.V would be just fine and then ordering some food would be the only work of a relaxing day.
Achievement of a day
Achievements can be tiresome for some. It can only be enjoyed by – sleeping to glory or jumping with joy.
I found this street pup sleeping in the shade of a bike’s tyre. I think, it had achieved half a day and needed some rest. Could not resist its relaxed body posture and calm face.
After an exhausting week or a day I need a cup of tea. It makes me feel like I’ve regained my senses. I don’t care what time of the day or night I reach home but I’ll take the trouble to make it and drink it.
If I’m back after a tiresome journey I need my energy drink first, that would be- a cup of tea. Then I just go off to sleep. That would be like a dead dog. Oh! And before going off to sleep I keep my mobile in silent mode, no disturbances you know. Even if I forget I don’t care. I just sleep….cause I’m too tired and nothing or no one can then wake me up.There have been instances in the past when my phone was ringing and I had nicely received the call, mumbled a faint hello,and kept it next to my ears and continued with my sleep; irrespective of who was on the other side of the line. I found out that it was my mom, many times, and my boss, once.
Blooming in the night
it’s sweet smell wafting
through the garden
entering the corridor
Everyone in deep sleep
She passes the corridor
reaches the garden
Watches her steps
Lover of hers
Life of her heart
Climbs the wall
Pats her on her back
They look at each other
their hands clasped together
in a dark patch
They sit quietly
under the jasmine bush
of a lovely future
joining the starry dots
write their names
with a passionate kiss
with a gentle embrace
Wow! It’s sleeping time again.
As, the clock strikes 11 o’clock; my eyes shuts down with the burden of the day.
Sometimes it is a conscious effort, the other times it is so effortless.
Sometimes I’m a log. Not worried about the past or the future to come.
This is my zone, this is my time.
Not to be disturbed, I sleep so easy.
Sometimes dreaming and sometimes sleeping.
Restless are those nights when tension piles up in my mind.
What do I do as I try to sleep?
I roam around the house like a ghost haunting the house.
I read a page or two until the words make my eyes drown and a soft lullaby plays along.
I say, “Sleep please come way.”
“Please visit my home today. Don’t go any other way.”
The fairy listens to my song and I fall like an apple on the ground.
A thought just came to my mind:
I like to sleep at night, because it gives me the liberty to dream.
I like to get up early in the morning, because I know it’s time for me to turn those dreams into opportunities of realities.