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| Somewhere near the border---J&K, India |
Those minutes of thinking...
Thinking if this is right!
Right.... that I get up every morn
aimlessly from my bed
and sit silent for half an hour..
Half an hour...
it takes for me to come back to the living!
In sleep...
I am dead ~
dead with content...
but waking up...
coming back to this world...
is not what I wish!
I wish for my sleep...
My sleep which is not dark
but colored!
Every night..
its a journey...
A journey into the oblivion..
to have a deeper insight..
Insight of things..objects..people...
that I can't interpret with eyes open..
Sleep in somber..
sleep when gay..
sleep waking up..
sleep this day!!
You have given a new meaning to sleep.. Sleep deprived workoholics should read this....
ReplyDeleteI never though ud have trouble getting started in the mornings.
ReplyDeleteQuite so with me... :)
ReplyDelete@passenger: I surely have troubles getting started in the morn..it's been like forever :)!!
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