Staring at the laptop screen
Bright White Light
Words spindle across like ten-legged spiders
Disturbing the snow-like pixels for a moment
Every now and then a *ping*
Snapping out of the trance
Consciousness
The cold blast from the air conditioner suddenly makes its presence felt
Shudder
Distant snores rumble, shaking the silence ever so slightly
The clock running in a circle: 4 am
When did I awaken?
When did I sleep?
Trapped in a dream
Hands click clacking on worn out letters, rebelling
Against the beholder
Against the dark clutches of sleep
Against the glowing silhouette of the morning
Idleness and creativity share an illegitimate relationship :P Thus they are at their best amid distant snores and eerie silence.
ReplyDeletenavni dats lke a poet , simpliee love d way u erite ur feling out
ReplyDelete@Debojit- yep. Though I was supposed to be working so it was induced idleness :P
ReplyDelete@Anonymous- Thank you so much :)
But why can't you sleep? Or why are you sleeping?
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