Monday, December 27, 2010

Dedicated to my bed

Those are the moments

When I see horns on her head

With blood shot eyes all going red

The stickiness is much to feel

Feels like an envelope to seal

Thousand visions under one

I curse the yellow ball, they call Sun

With each tick tock, they fade away

Remember the holidays of summer in May

When 8, 9, 10, 11 were all the same

Getting up early, was a forgotten game

I feel the pull of my bed much tighter

Ignoring her words ‘the day is brighter’

I wonder when she was a kid

Letting me sleep, she never did

Bargaining for time 30, 20,10,5

From the pool of sleep, out I dive

Sad face and Sadder body

It’s time again, to get ready.

Promising of returning again, to my dearest bed

There is much more to this trauma then I just said.


  1. Oh! lovely..
    I have similar feelings everyday when I wake up..
    Very creative :)

  2. Nice poem.. Even I feel the same in this cold weather.. absolutely tru there's much more trauma to this than you just said..

  3. Hi Poorvi,
    very nice poem, you potrayed the feelings quite nicely.
    Lazyness is order of th
    e for me during holidays.
    and time pass by so fast. .no sleep only fun except winters when bed is lucky.
    and you got one Lucky bed :-)).
    take care and hv great week ahead :-)).

  4. hillarious write...i loved it...and couldn't agree more..very well penned....good job

  5. The Old Year has gone. Let the dead past bury its own dead. The New Year has taken possession of the clock of time. All hail the duties and possibilities of the coming twelve months!

  6. More than the rhyme, beautiful as it is, I liked the content. You have spoken out of your heart, and of so many others, including mine. The bed is the best friend one can have. It will keep you warm, be exclusively yours, and would always be reluctant to let you go. Nice expression.