Thursday, June 17, 2010

I want to sleep

Sun has inspired poets of all times. I’d curse it for its crime!

Because the shortest 5 minutes is always the snooze time!

The clock alarm has changed to mobile chime

But the voice in me would always mime – “I want to sleep”.

As a kid, my dad patted me on my head.

I’d cry to get away from my bed.

School was fun, everything was nice.

But my days were cold as if it were ice.

In college, studies made me lose sleep.

I dint study, but stared at my book heap.

Mom used to scold for sleeping late.

I would just wonder what is in my fate.

Last day at college, I was sure of one thing.

I need not get up early the next morning.

No force, no pressure and no study.

But I bet if anyone would sleep that day, buddy.

Empty mind is a devil’s workshop.

I thought of getting myself a job.

Be it an engineer or a cop,

It’s not a cakewalk, you need to hop.

I envied my mom, a house wife.

No pressures. No deadlines - Simple life.

So I loved waiting for long weekends.

I soon realized it wasn’t easy to meet both ends.

Girls of my age are of three kinds.

Who are in love & who have a shattered love.

Former would fly, latter would cry.

And the third was a life of a nerd with nothing in minds.

People say sleeplessness is an illness.

Does that mean my life’s a mess?

I work well & I look fine. No doubt about how I dine.

Does living mean mere biological existence?

To fall in love with my mornings, a lake invited me for jogging.

I learnt, nature meant insects, weeds & crawling things!

Slow moving snails often soiled branded shoes.

Lanes & Lawns were impacted my human moves.

People say “Dream Big”. My sleep was a tree if dream was a twig.

“Dream is that which doesn’t let u sleep”.

For Kalam’s words, into my life, I’d peep.

I’d a good job, caring parents & all that I should keep.

Is this poem a hotchpotch of thoughts?

A mixture in a half boiled pot?

You can make out if I’ve slept or not!