The UnTalked-SILENCE

“You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to pretend to be so interested in your on going tragedy." - Lucas Regazzi 

No one seems really interested in listening to your stories, they have there own & they are always looking out for the ones who could listen to there part of the story, & they in desperate attempt to avoid the unnecessary, despite there capability of understanding emotions - limited at times & there reluctant being which could read between the lines ain't going to fill in the blank spaces for you. They are not bothered about your shit, they have there own self adamant shitty-shit & they only live prone to there habitual self-centered moronic-state & are only willing to cling on to the beautiful stories.

You just cant be blabbering all the fucking time - You need to know 'how to shut-up'! 

My mind had been weaving a sweater in cold winter months. And not exactly like just another open book, that was kept aside & needed a good read, I was like the headlines of this newspaper story which was being publicized just every other day & being constantly much talked about & yet there was no one listening to it, & if at all anyone heard, or read, they weren't interested. So I decided to keep the talking to my very own self & stay silent. 

"The coffee cup that was kept on book had its impression on, for years & would not go, despite how hard I tried scrubbing the stain".

The past, present of the journey has been a mix kind & cruel at the same time! It's like there is something and everything, but still that something and everything seems like nothingness sorts. Me having this fight against all the odds - worried to the core, reasoning to myself about how far shall this go? 

For I am only concerned about me - 'the selfish me', like everyone else, wanting things to settle down & get sorted on there own.

This morning I got up, with a dream that woke me up. i don't seem to be interested in anything at all, I've seem to have lost that spark in me that I used to have & I stood like a worthless & aimless one, reasoning my existence. I have been realizing lately that my life starts on the social networking and pretty much ends in there. I guess, I need to buy a cloned version of myself or upgrade myself to a pretty much lively, happier & a functional state, just like everyone else. I've always been a brainy one though my educational qualifications & resume does not show all that and even my experienced soul. I am busy doing nothing, becoming lazy day by day, I am turning into a wondering soul, with no anguish or urge absolutely. 

"Life is a Nosy-Noisy bitch - it doesn't let me speak & as the day passes by, I wonder 'Who Let the Dogs Out?' huh...Bow-Wow."

Why am I bring deprived of things, that I could enjoy, I could no more comfort myself because these complexities of harsh realities & anxiety of there outcomes had me all shuffling. I was being scandalized to the core & I could no longer sustain my focus, which seem to have been heading nowhere & fading away. Nothing seemed to be of any value now. 

"Talking is often a torment for me, & I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words".

Should I end up feeling sorry for myself & surrender or should I do something about it - what if there is nothing of undoing the doing? Neither I seem to be on any  lookout, nor I seem to be getting any. I am just being a laid-back kinds - avoiding & ignoring the nuances & saying myself to 'Shut The Fuck Up'!. - 35,Anonymous,India

Language Of Words-MIND'IT

"All words are pegs to hang ideas on".

How many of us love that advertisement where the dad tells the kid that the "Great Wall of China was built to keep the rabbits out?"

I grew up when we were taught copperplate writing in school. The strokes were not just 'varying widths' - the upstrokes were fine and light, and the downstrokes were heavier and therefore wider. This was not easy to achieve, but we had exercise books (called 'copy books') with special lines on them to give us the height and depth of the upstrokes and downstrokes, and we spent many hours doing 'writing practice' that.

Who will consider that no dictionary of a living tongue ever can be perfect, since, while it is hastening to publication, some words are budding, and some falling away; that a whole life cannot be spent upon syntax and etymology, and that even a whole life would not be sufficient; that he, whose design includes whatever language can express, must often speak of what he does not understand.

An insult, real or perceived, once resulted in a duel. To defend one's honor meant to kill someone or to get killed. Thankfully, those times are behind us. Duels are now part of history, but bar-fights and other altercations show that we haven't outgrown our revenge mentality.

Imagine a world where a slight called for a verbal duel. The two parties get together and hurl the choicest adjectives at each other. Spectators cheer them on. And in the end the two shake hands and,having vented, go home.

To prepare for this fight the parties involved don't drive to a gun shop. Instead they head to the biggest, baddest dictionary they could lay their hands on and pick out words. The more obscure, the more colorful, the better. If your opponent can't even understand the word you hurl at him, what hope has he?

"Different languages highlight the varieties of human experience, revealing as mutable aspects of life that we tend to think of as settled and universal, such as our experience of time, number, or color. In Tuva, for example, the past is always spoken of as ahead of one, and the future is behind one's back. 'We could never say, I'm looking forward to doing something,' a Tuvan told me. Indeed, he might say, 'I'm looking forward to the day before yesterday.' It makes total sense if you think of it in a Tuvan sort of way: If the future were ahead of you, wouldn't it be in plain view?"

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. -Roland Barthes

One of my first beaus once sent me an arrangement of all pink flowers. The card that accompanied it said something like, "I hope these flowers mirror your countenance." (I gather the florist thought the note was wanting,and advocated for something different, but my would-be beau would not be dissuaded). It took me a bit to figure out what the note said because it tore as I opened the wrapping, obscuring a good portion of the word countenance,and it is true, that it is not often found on notes accompanying flowers(at least in recent decades) so I was rather stumped. Compounding the problem, I think, was this whole idea of hoping the flowers mirrored my face. I reasoned that the flowers were to be pink, which the boy knew,so there was no need to hope that they mirrored my countenance. I thought I must be missing something, but now realize that wooing the grammarian is tricky business indeed! In the end, I found I could not countenance the boy, and we went our separate ways.

The words a father speaks to his children in the privacy of the home are not overheard at the time, but, as in whispering galleries, they will be clearly heard at the end and by posterity.

'In English the verb goes in the middle of a sentence (I love you), while some languages relegate it to the end (I you love). This may sound preposterous to those not familiar with such a language (German, Hindi, Japanese, among others), but it's quite common.' For German, however, this is only partly true, i.e. in subordinate clauses. In a main clause as 'I love you', the order of the words is the same as in English ("ich liebe dich").

- Anonymous, Male, India

SHOPPING ONLINE-The Box’Treasure Hunt’Shipment’

I got this parcel delivered to me after having had shopped online, & without checking the whole package out, I handed over the cash to the delivery guy (that's what we generally do). After unwrapping the packet, I realized that I was charged unreasonably for the four out of one products that I had ordered & received & there was nothing at all beside this one.Yet trying to figure out the whole issue, I mailed to the xyz.com & I got several calls pertaining to the same, trying to figure out about the whereabouts of the other items-undelivered.

After two days. something terrifically Insane happened, which was, that this cardboard box which had the item packed actually had the items, in it, but to my surprise the cardboard was clubbed with another cardboard, inside (double packed),with three layers of xyz.com ‘branded’ plastic packing over it, and tapes everywhere.

I wonder, I would have immediately thrown away the box, but since I generally keep such user-friendly boxes in an attempt to use it somehow or the other, it would have been difficult never founding my rest of the delivered items.

These guys should be specific about, how the parcel was packed, So that the customer can really do a thorough search or for that matter not be surprised if things like this happened.The box was emptied, after this one product was found inside(a), and the other (b,c,d), were there down at the bottom of the parcel.

How insane it was to actually have thought, that something like this could even happen, I mean who would pack two boxes together, making it look like one box & then gluing & taping it more to top it all , like it was one box. Had I not removed the tape, I would not have even got a hint that this had happened.

I wish I could have clicked a picture of the same, and posted. Anyways! I guess "all's well that ends well" I had done a commendable job of unwrapping & finding the invisible box.

It was like one of those "Treasure-Hidden" Games, where participants would go finding the hidden treasure & once found, would win.

I was cursing the the packaging department. They should mention in the fully specified details in such cases, as to where the parcel could be stuck and glued inside a parcel along with a thermacol padding. I would have taken it as an extra padded packaging part if not had taken out every inch of the card-board box, tearing down the thermacol & the plastic-bubble  wrapping bits.

Recalling it as - Dabbey main Dabba "Box in a Box, thanking my enlightened brilliance for giving me courage ,patience & intellect of have finally founding the lost. (It's like' you get something from nowhere, and you tend to get excited about it "like - giving a child three chocolates, when he/she is expecting one or/none. The excitement & happiness of finding out something that was lost/out of sight, which you had not even in your wildest dreams anticipated to be there.

I happened to have shared this incidence over the blog on the Internet as well. I do appreciate the cooperation of xyz.com customer care & wanted to bring to there notice about this, so they did not panic any further trying to figure about the whereabouts of the product-delivery & charges of the "lost & found." I've learned my lesson now, next time, I would make a recording of the box opened right in front of the delivery person and checked before I made payments & confirmed that 'everything was fine". Looking forward to shop more at xyz.com, & hopefully no more tearing down packaging in attempts to hunt down for any 'hidden-treasures within whatsoever to my surprise'. - Anonymous, 28, Delhi, India

CHATTING OVER-Un'Social Networking

I share in few conversational chats that I had over this social networking portal.

Chatter<.1.> After my hi, to this very person, a reply came hello, & so the communication started. There had been no communication previous ever with this person. So it was obvious that I was going to be inquired much more, with questions like, who are you and what you do. Then I was asked for my picture, I said they were in ma albums on my profile. I was told that baby please update your display picture. I replied ok sweetheart, I will do that darling, despite knowing that I wont, Since I was a little insecure, with reference to few problems I had been facing, So did not wanted to publicize myself on my display picture. Rather I had have whole lot pictures in my album, shared with all of my friends on my list. To my question asked from the other side, wassup?, Nothing much was the reply, to which I replied saying, Why nothing, There should certainly be something. Hmmmmm was the reply again. Later with a series of hmmmm's and smiley's, a message popped up, oh you are male, I thought you were a female,& I am sorry for talking to you like this, mistook you for a female.

I wondered, what if I was a female, at least a conversation would have reached to some greater heights & you never know if it could actually grow real .Thankfully, the other side was enlightened now & the conversation seemed to have ended just like that forever.

Irrespective of just a virtual id, it just might be of a stranger - an add on to your list of friend list , how reasonable it would be to actually term them as friends?.

Chatter<.2.> This one was a straight yet intriguingly fake & idiotic. The person on the other person was online, and with a couple of his and hello's and the questions being bombarded, like who you are what you do and where is your picture. (I am amazed on the idiocy of social networking users, where they cant even have a look at the whole profile before going into a friend list and accepting the requests, and would never communicate, until you start poking, or take in an effort to communicate yourself. the next question I was asked, what do you like? my answer was everything(not exactly knowing what was I being asked in particular pertaining to what?,without any specifications) After all a stranger asking you this thing for the first time, is little out of the box. I guess I had assumed what it meant, though I took it in a easy way, & replied everything. Then I was asked to be specific, in detail about my likes. I asked the same question to the person on the other side, to know what was it exactly, that was being inquired about. Reply form the other side came, first you tell me. I again said, everything, to which I was asked so what's your size? Holy Shit,(intuitively though, but not that straight forward was I expecting I would have been barely asked such thing in few minutes of a first time chat. I kind of cleared in the specification of the thing I was being asked about, & message came with the other person's specified measurements. (I got you) was in my mind. As if I knew what and who of the whole personality on the other side with interests and looking for criteria(clear and loud), Then I was asked if I knew the other two mutual friends of our's who were in the friend list of both, & whether they do are of the same interest, & what did you had such chat's with them too?. My answer was no, not such talks with them, they are just friends, who are in my list, with no particular agenda form my side as of now(so it was just a general hi-hello, series of pokes, and a picture & status like-communication until now), i& i was not aware of there sexual orientation( & never had actually wanted/initiated to inquire, or was curious about-never had added them on that particular agenda on mind! After that in sometime noticed. I was befriended from the other side, and that was the next thing that was already on my mind. (Surprisingly though, I was irritating, and useless at the same time, to have had such people in the list, who actually were not clear about what they were looking for and who they knew, and how they want to communicate, (I mean why was I being added or my friend request being accepted in the first place, without basic intro and interest, orientation & sex derailing (specification despite being mentioned on the profile info(over this social networking site). For sure my pic’s were liked, that came as a sigh! to me knowing it. now I know I am not that bad looking. LOL

Chatter<.3.> A decent looking person on the side accepted my friend request, that I had send across, & with no questions I was asked, I guess it was much clear on the other side what my sex was, and where my picture was. With couple of likes that I hit on the person's pictures. I kind of took the person to be cute and simpler a teenager, who seem keen to be friends, and increase there list of friends. Well after the little 3 minute conversation, that we had, I was asked, Which Mobile Service you use? my reply was XYZ. & to my surprise I message came, Can you please transfer Rs. 500 to my Cell, as a recharge. I never replied back. I guess I was in a stake of shock*in a funnier surprisingly sort of way). yes I later saw this person online after long, and we communicated, hi, wassup, smiley's & that's it. Good Lord, I was not asked for a re-charge to be done. I mean I need to be friends wit a person first or relatively known a person, to have actually do the needful, how can I do it for a complete stranger?

- Anonymous, Male, 34 Delhi, India

The BUS-TRIP

One fine day finally, I decided to have this much awaited vocation & so I with a friend decided that we shall go to this place together.

We went to the bus terminal via auto-rickshaw, and as we reached, we realized it was the wrong one, so we had to take in another auto-rickshaw to reach the other one. Spending double the cost, we managed to made it to the.terminal, where we were to catch bus, that would take us on this little vocation. We had already found our bus & we had boarded already, adjusting & comforting with the window seat, & the one next to it in the middle of the bus, which still had people pouring in and was in the process of being boarded & soon ready to leave, that almost took approximately forty-five minutes.

We had nothing to do, so we decided to capture some moments by clicking some pictures. The bus-stand and its surroundings where our bus was parked, the wall that had a slogan or two & something etched to it that was untraceable, the cloudy Skyline, the twisted multiple wires rolled & hung, falling from a pole reaching out to a adjoining wall, the birds that took a flight in groups far away & the passengers in a varied contrasts of lifestyles that followed, in there own peculiar way,

The whole five-hour journey in the process, followed a series of episodes.

We all were a bunch of low-middle, middle & a middle-upper class - classy or with no class, all under one roof without any racial discrimination, ethnicity, creed or colour on a double pair of wheels to be precise - seldom boarding-in & off, halting & on the move.

As its said" You cant take out the character out of a person" - what & how one was was completely ones choice,or with no choice in vulnerability or being untouched, surrounded by a thought that 'the belief that matter has no objective existence" or "excessively concerned with material possessions." No matter what & how we presumed ourselves & others and how we were being assumed & judged by a set of perceptions, imagining things beyond limits or finite & small.

A fat guy in black t-shirt, two kids (must have been in there 20's), the tech-savvy geeks with there headphones on plugged into the ears & the other one operating a laptop, the i-pod, smartphone friendly ones bundled onto a set of there own doing, throughout the journey.A guy who was lost in himself with a self obsessed notion & motion.

At a point somewhere in between the half journey, the policemen came in for a security check asking couple of people about there luggage and belongings, with there wide open eyes staring & hunting here and there, a couple of inquiries that went by, and to our surprise, they checked out this fat guy in black t-shirt, making him stand. I was least bothered, as he was at the back corner seat of the bus, & there was no point looking back staring to thee.

My friend, who had been peeping out of the window for a while now, started talking about his experience of the places known to him & his experience likewise, excited to the core, telling me about there names & stories behind (like an enthusiast essay contestant or an excited child, who wanted to speak-out & share/talk about his excitement & curiosity). However in the running bus it was little hard to understand half of the things, but I managed understanding the muted whispers & the audible ones. Now, he every time had something to tell, he would bring his mouth close to my ear & speak

The journeys make you feel hungry & thirsty, so we decided to munch a pack of cream-biscuits (the ones with lesser cream, though) that was further followed by a packet of chips, and soon realizing that we had forgot to carry the cold drinks along, but we had the mineral water bottle with us, that we had bought on our way. The next thing on the menu was this 'home-made food" (chapatis & salted-spicy potatoes along with pickles which were unwrapped from a properly foiled & rolled packing and "there was absolutely nothing like it". 

There was this a dad-son duo(probably) - gentleman (aged 50 somewhere)  & son (in his 25-30), behind me & a couple on the opposite row(seat) in there 40's, who had no clue why they were having the conversation with each other. I guess all they needed was a talk & it took me a while to realize that it was not the music on the stereo that played in the bus by the driver, but it was this gentleman, who had been playing & listening to this loud music (put on the speaker of his phone & his wife told him, 'why don't you put something more religious then the usual Bollywood numbers (songs)'. 

Well later when the bus stopped for people to have something to "eat, drink and pee", where-in, I noticed, the same lady passed by me, in her attempt to get down of the bus to have some snacks with a religious number played on her cell phone finally (she seemed to have managed to take the phone in here custody now). Anyone & everyone who went off the bus, seem to have boarded the bus by now & the lady with the phone was back on the bus too since I could hear the religious song being played again, it might have been, that they might have either got a new cell phone which they had never ever used before, or it was there son's phone that was given to them for the journey.

Where are you from, what you do, what business are you into, whats your job profile, why did you come here and where were you traveling back too), what's your son's job profile, whether he was married or not, does he has his own flat, do you have your own house?, the other person was busy replying to all the queries being asked by this other man, with half of the contradicted ones that he had managed to reply earlier and what he told now, as if he was persistently being pestered with so many questions, but still enjoying answering back to keep up the talk that seemed no less than a conversation for a matrimonial alliance or a business venture. Both of them might have dozed by now, since there was no further conversation.

Later few of the seats got vacant, since much on-boarders had stepped out & have reached to there destinations or were on there way.

This guy kept saying to this man, please come and sit with me, but the other one gave an excuse - no i cant i have my son with me, and he needs my shoulder to sleep. There was this sudden silence & much peace around.after these father-son duo along with this this guy got down at there destined locations, much before ours. & for one moment I thought, at least a hand-shake or a bye would have been a courteous gesture among those two men who parted there ways.

On way back!

The Rickshaw-Wallah(Rickshaw-Puller) took us to the Bus terminal! We boarded the Bus again! Melting down in the summery heat! Were hoping for some rain, and let the sunshine go away via magic wand- miracle! Glad we were happy to see the hawkers selling water bottles, ice-creams, and various other items outside-inside the bus! You know how it is, when you are boarding or getting off the bus, they will come in from everywhere - in a series, one after another!

Glad! we bought the Ice-Cream, were not very glad to have it, since it tasted awful, but felt nice & the not so branded mineral water bottle sold to us was not that chilled, nevertheless, it was a mere necessity of the hour..

Listening on to some good music, & talk in between, lying down with our heads back or resting on your arms to the front, we had been taking these jumpy naps of the rides & getting up and then back to where we left it. Wondering what other people would be thinking, seeing sleepy people, in odd positions despite all the jerks now & then & displacing there postures from there fixed positions to inches here & there. I never liked someone seeing me sleep in odd ways, but then, who was bothered.

A punjabi young couple or bro-sister with a kid boarded the bus little later from somewhere in between. This was going to be interesting - the girl kept on feeding the kid with a milk bottle continuously & later with water, banana, chips and everything else. both of seemed quite busy throughout the journey taking care of the little kid, the poor kid, as if he was being fed forcefully,since he was crying at the intervals. I still remember the name of the kid, though never saw his face properly(though I tried looking back), but that's bad manner's you never know, if people would think I was eyeing on them. The girl looked like one, bold, pretty & broad minded one, that I had assumed from her loud pitch talks and straight forward and no-worrying attitude, on the other hand the guy was a cut-surd that I had figured out by now from the way he communicated & carried himself. They got down before the destination. The last time I heard there voice was when he called someone on the phone 'saying we would be there in some time'.

There was nothing much to our excitement left now, so we decided to have bread with butter & jam, that we had carried along, and had almost finished having a cold drink.

A realization - that we were never returned with the extra money that we had given to the bus conductor for the ticket, to which he said he will do the needful later, since he had no change for the ticket.

It’s always with me, must be with others too, that once you witness such experiences through these destined journeys, you feel attached to everything else, may it be the place,people & almost anything, and feel little sad while leaving it, and at the same time, you are excited with a relief to have returned back to your home sweet home. With thoughts of going travelling back again soon or later. it was like me and my friend had these fond memories to talk about to our family & relatives, friends & children (if we do have them in our lives).

We kept wishing that it rained,or at least it was clouded since it was all heated-up, and it wasn't a AC bus-coach, In hope to land in a much blessed weather and to our surprise we were glad to have witnessed some showers of drizzle as we un-boarded. 

We again had to take an auto-rickshaw to reach home, & after much quarreling with these auto-rickshaw people, we finally did got one. It took a little more then the actual time to reach though, since he took a long route.

This was our small destination in-route journey & glad it happened, and it had been quite well - a memory to cherish forever, moments that had left their impressions & footprints onto minds and hearts - a never forgetting experience, in hope to have many more alike.- Anonymous,25,Male,(India)

The Pink Bucket-THAT BROKE

I am stuck as Alice, having all the adventures in a Wonderland.

It was one of those days, when I had to use my mom's wash-room for shampooing my head, I lifted this pink bucket & kept it on the pot, that was quite near to the wash-basin, where I was to rinse my hair thoroughly, without much of an effort & time consuming, running inches away with the mug to fill it with water to & fro & once you are all soapy  & bubbled-up, there is almost nothing that you could see though, seldom with itching eyes, that makes everything else blur for that moment & I did not wanted to end up hurting my eyes with soap at all & at the same time i did not wanted to flood the whole surrounding, & then having to make an effort of sweeping it through & through.

I had almost reached this water-filled mug trying to dampen my hair & then as I was about to bend to fill the mug again from the bucket, the bucket slipped down from the pot, & the effort that it had took to fill the bucket at the first place, drained along the 90% of the water, despite i tried to wash my hair with what was left. I managed it somehow. & immediately after that, I could feel pressure being built in my stomach & did not wanted to break into an fecal incontinence of inconvenience sorts, hurting down my anthropomorphic eggs, so I placed myself on the pot...sigh!.

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a Pot' Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, just before the Nature Call" -  "Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There"

Sitting on the pot, I opened the tap, so as to fill in the bucket with water, to wash myself after I was done. i was still in the process of evacuating the fecal matter & i couldn't help noticing that the bucket was not being filled with the speed it used to as usual so I adjusted the bucket properly under the tap, but to no avail & I could literally still could not find out reason as to why the bucket was not being filled with water, Later realizing that the floor seemed to be all watery. Constipated irony as it seemed, that too one after the other, holding myself up, reaching out to switch on the light & wearing spectacles, that I had kept aside before washing my hair, on a lookout for the problem that might possibly be. Everything seems to fall apart when you try harder to make things work, specially multitasking around. Now the spectacle windshields were all moisturized with water & blur, trying to take one end of the towel that hung in there, & holding on to the spectacles with other. They were sparkling clean now & so as I magnified those, eyes open wide, looking out to the whereabouts of this water being invisibly lost, in my attempt to pick-up the bucket & to my surprise, all I had was the handle in my hand & the bucket stayed grounded. Now, as I lifted up the bucket with its love handles, I realized that, there were these tiny unnoticeable cracks, that were gushing the water out. 

I had these two white buckets in my other wash-room, now one of these white buckets have the pink one placed inside it. The white-twin bucket's had been staying together for quite a long time now, but guess they needed space from each other, likewise the pink one now to have the company of the white one, happily sitting on its lap. As If: " The pink-bucket was like a mother who needed utmost caring now, with white bucket as it's child who hugged the pink one in his lap & stood there, filled with water(joy & love), with the pink mug that happily have found a new inmate by now.

My mother's pink bucket, which no matter what, couldn't have holded on to herself anymore & instead of having to do away with it, I had it kept in the washroom being hugged by the white one along with the pink mug"

"Realizations come at odd times, and in oddest of circumstances & emotions have no boundaries" - "Life, what is it but a dream?"- Anonymous

I am a NIGHT LOVER

“Night triumphant - and the stars eternal - I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night - the darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!”

I am a night lover, You can keep me awake all night long - I can do all the planning at night through & through, (yet difficult when it comes to practicing it the very next day(morning).

“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.” ― Mahatma Gandhi

There are a list of things that I could & would love to dream, invent & create in this calm quiet solitude of darkness of peace & space being with myself completely.in the process of experiencing & learning. 

I could have been a more of a hard-worker if at all there was just the night!, I totally admire the calmness of the night, until the noises & disturbances from everywhere seem to disturb your calm. I am of a thinking, that - if you are not sleeping that is & if you by chance have already slept, you don't tend to put any efforts into the thought process that leads to actions. A realization that can only hit you at hours that are darker then the darkness that instills in every corner around, whether its things, people or thoughts.

You could just go about thinking of doing as many things, all out of your love & curiosity of making them happen. You just don't need to be answerable to anyone if at all you were being asked why" what.& how?.

I so wish If there could & would be certain places that were made open twenty-four hours & of all the other things that could be done through the internet & likewise - there would be more of the nocturnal doing, not having to have waited for the morning.

“What hath night to do with sleep?”- John Milton,

If I ain't sleeping, & not doing anything at all, you would always find me online, beside doing something or the other that keeps going parallel to my multitasking skills, in my endeavor to achieve more out of my energy & time consumed over, that I try spending in attempt to utilize to the fullest.

"While I am sleeping, this inner voice confirms - I am still awake & I hear the nocturnalness calling"
In hope that more the merrier, I may be adapted to the so called night life, I understand that it was the hour, when the half of the world was sleeping & there were more keen sorts like me, who were awake trying to establish something out of it.

The day on the other hand seems to be more of a disturbed nuisance, with everyone in there attempt to run after the mad rush - not my cup of tea at all. I feel restless doing things in the day time. I still could, if only I would  should carry out & complete the list of pending chores of my life, whether they were meant to be done away with or they needed to be addressed. But yes I am a night lover & I wish to enjoy & explore more of the nocturnal realms in all possible ways.

Keep calm, its about night, & you need to get up & away from the sleeping, & rise & shine.

From troubled, unsorted portions of psyche in heart & head that lingers to the most serene, calm, spiritual awakenings at odd hours of still night - I in an attempt to achieve the unstoppable & in my loving fondness for thee living every night - dreaming if I sleep, & if awake, like a wanderer wondering how things would guide me or trouble & disturb me at times between those naps, that woke me up in the middle of night, telling me it was about time to become one nocturnal creatures of the night & set the world on fire - spreading your wings, clutching to the  ..I don't see any point wasting many hours sleeping, I guess the six-eight hours of sleep that can suffice me in totality, there are days & nights, when I'll just be sleeping all while long.

I wish I could do more then just sleeping & being awake - Anonymous