Two months
Vacations! And with them arrived heaps of plans like dancing, singing, drawing, playing, reading, writing and what not!
All trashed! All overcome by SLEEP. 'Going places' and doing above mentioned things occurred on a slow note though.
College is about to begin and I haven't had a sound sleep for so many nights... Looks like I'm feeling afraid. Afraid of careless carefree days being snatched soon, afraid of the fear of completion of sheets assigned in the studio, afraid of whether I'd be doing well this time or not, afraid of landing up into irrelevant conflicts... Blow!
All trashed! All overcome by SLEEP. 'Going places' and doing above mentioned things occurred on a slow note though.
College is about to begin and I haven't had a sound sleep for so many nights... Looks like I'm feeling afraid. Afraid of careless carefree days being snatched soon, afraid of the fear of completion of sheets assigned in the studio, afraid of whether I'd be doing well this time or not, afraid of landing up into irrelevant conflicts... Blow!
I have stopped thinking all about it and only decided to work hard and harder in the coming days.
Two months and so many thoughts, second thoughts...fourth thoughts... Haha... Then the last thought- give peace a chance.
Two months and so many thoughts, second thoughts...fourth thoughts... Haha... Then the last thought- give peace a chance.
I danced, I sang, I played, I drew, I read, I cooked, I slept, I visited places---that's the story of every vacation, keeping them simple and happy each time.
But this time I am feeling deeply tensed about studies to be honest though I hardly ever take tension. This time it itself is growing within. No matter how much I press it hard this time, I'm helpless about it.
I know working hard would be the key this semester and I'm not afraid of that.
(I'm only afraid of those disappointments and demoralization that one suffers after trying hard. Because that's what happened in the previous semester.)
These two months I passed away making up my mind about how things are supposed to be and in the end what on earth am I going through?? Sleepless nights!
What do I do!
And that's why after so many good days I am writing I think. And perhaps because of the belief that writing relieves me, I'm feeling relieved.
सपनों में पल रही रात
बादलों को ये इत्तला कर
कि नींद भी खफा है मुझसे
थोड़ी सी और बरसात तो कर...
कि एक और रात कट जाए
तेरी बारिशों के साये में
स्याही भी ज़ुल्म ढाये
कुछ ऐसी करामात तो कर ...
कि नींद भी खफा है मुझसे
थोड़ी सी और बरसात तो कर...
So Goodnight?
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