I'm listening to "Dont Chaa - Pussycat Dolls"
Actually have a headache....and thats a rare thing.
The agony of getting out of bed early morning!! Every normal human being must have felt it at some moment or the other.
It has been like this for the past 4 years. Hostel life is all about night life, everything happens under the cover of darkness. The power of BLACK brings out the actual person within.
As I woke up today (Monday, 8:50 am) I was totally hapless. My body was paining, red shot burning eyes, headache (I was'nt drinking last night, just 4-5 games of volleyball followed by a traditional visit to the canteen) .... and still I had to get up and go to class. And on top of it, had to sit in the second row as all the back benches were filled before I reached.
And there I wrote another poem,describing that moment when the alarm clock jolts you out of your wonderland.
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The Alarm
The light spreads out,
chasing the darkness away,
Birds chirping all around,
embracing the new day,
Cozy in my bed,
cherishing my wild dreams,
As I forget my dread,
Kept alongside my alarm screams,
Jolted out of my wonderland,
my world comes crashing down,
Numbness in my legs and hand,
Consciousness begins to drown,
But the clock keeps screaming,
Loud and wide,
Slowly the reality sinks in,
Demeaning my pride,
Classroom beckons,I've got to attend,
My voyages in dreamland come to an end,
With a heavy head and a sour heart
I droll out of my bed,
Joyous feelings escape to the dark,
The soul fills with dread,
The screeching sound is unbearable now,
Wish I could change this world somehow,
But this is the mark of my laziness,
This is how I belong,
This world thrives on crazyness,
And my odyssey will carry on.
QUOTE :::
We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made.
Albert Einstein.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
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