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.
good poem...keep going...
ReplyDeleteOh! lovely..
ReplyDeleteI have similar feelings everyday when I wake up..
Very creative :)
Nice poem.. Even I feel the same in this cold weather.. absolutely tru there's much more trauma to this than you just said..
ReplyDeleteHi Poorvi,
ReplyDeletevery 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 :-)).
KS.
hillarious write...i loved it...and couldn't agree more..very well penned....good job
ReplyDeleteThe 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!
ReplyDeleteHAPPY NEW YEAR..
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.
ReplyDeleteWow!! So connected to heart!! :D
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