I had a fitful night's sleep: I woke up several times throughout the night.
& then back to sleep to Ignite my dreams of starry skies.
Thinking it to be a good idea to follow & go by the saying “early to bed, early to rise, makes a man, healthy,wealthy & wise. I read somewhere, that the people who are actually nocturnal and stay awake, are the ones who are more brilliant & Intellectual...good lord 'Is that so'?
I laid down on the bed, trying hard to sweep away my nocturnal nutshells to sleep right away & catch hold of it a little early then usual, but it seemed as if it was slipping away from me despite my several attempts.
& then back to sleep to Ignite my dreams of starry skies.
Thinking it to be a good idea to follow & go by the saying “early to bed, early to rise, makes a man, healthy,wealthy & wise. I read somewhere, that the people who are actually nocturnal and stay awake, are the ones who are more brilliant & Intellectual...good lord 'Is that so'?
I laid down on the bed, trying hard to sweep away my nocturnal nutshells to sleep right away & catch hold of it a little early then usual, but it seemed as if it was slipping away from me despite my several attempts.
I comforted the puffed pillow under my head, adjusting myself to the water cooler next to my bed. I have a habit of having that little sound while I slept, theirs no way I could sleep in a complete pin-drop silence (when silence could speak louder then voice)...now that's how usually, I get my part of sound-sleep (one of the few things that would put me off to sleep).
I could not, so I got up, & sat, in the middle of the night, in center of a king sized bed meditating & doing chants, & then as if there came this singer from somewhere inside me, who made me sing all sort of self-made gibberish poetry to some sensible ones. it had already taken me on a flight of restless emotional journey by now, which had footprints of unpleasant & pleasant aftermaths - that lasted for an hour or so.
"By now, I already knew, that I had been confronted by the nocturnal ghosts, who just wont let me sleep"
I could not, so I got up, & sat, in the middle of the night, in center of a king sized bed meditating & doing chants, & then as if there came this singer from somewhere inside me, who made me sing all sort of self-made gibberish poetry to some sensible ones. it had already taken me on a flight of restless emotional journey by now, which had footprints of unpleasant & pleasant aftermaths - that lasted for an hour or so.
"By now, I already knew, that I had been confronted by the nocturnal ghosts, who just wont let me sleep"
I must have fallen asleep for half and hour & then woke up to a senseless dream. I got up, to drink some water, that was kept on the dressing table, & started making faces, looking myself in mirror, wondering "if at all, I had lost some inches, as if miraculously would have overnight - huh!. " I needed a hair-cut", I said to myself "(Do or die, whats done Is done, true beauty lies - Who or why, whats's one is one, in pure disguise)." I went on to my laptop looking out at my online-shopping wish-list with the available credits to my disposal. "Just need to go out for a vocation" my brain send me a message & immediately after that, i saw my solar light on the table-top, dimmed to a level less & thinking it might not go for long, I decided in about few minutes or so, I needed to hit the bed again. Well it was a sign, telling me again, now you had enough & you need to go relax.
I fear, I am not getting tired or sleepy at the moment, but would still hit the bed, or let it hit me back.
Getting up later after having peacefully slept finally, & waking up realizing that, "I had to go through a lot of tossing and turning before falling into a fitful doze". - forever yours, nocturnal me) Anonymous, 35, Delhi, India
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