The poet inside me just woke up after a long spell of hibernation, penned some rhyming crap (as usual) and went back into hibernation (again!!)
It's all about mastering the art
of sleeping the day in and out
every work you'd gleefully dart
just to have that extra sleepy bout
vedas talk about the moksha state
where u'd be the detached being
hibernation would cause you the same fate
as it means sleeping sleeping and only sleeping
forgotten were the schedules
and the unavoidable commitments
as you dream of sitting in the rocky dunes
scribbing a poem or two over the parchments
forget the v and e assignment
at max would be lost a mark and a grade
more luxurious would be the bed confinement
for sleep, marks and grades can be an easy trade
soon u'd wake up under the influences
of having felt over-abundant joy and mirth,
having just experienced the greatest of confluences
and having created the anamonly of moksha and rebirth
3 comments:
Oh My God! You are the God. :)
every work you'd gleefully dart
Thats something we do.. 'dart' our work so that project managers know what we did. what does that mean here?
for sleep, marks and grades can be an easy trade
Man you rock.
hoping tht u've completed ur v and e assignments :)
and yea, u cudnt fnd time to meet 'sex pistol' naveen when he had come near to ur place last year
posted at 4:13 am about sleeping!!! uh-huh
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