To-morrow

I can't sleep, can't sleep,
oh give me a break.
I need to work, I need to sweep
some little white mice off their feet
tomorrow morning, bright and early.
oh, it makes me grumbly,
to hear the clock ticking,
tick tock, constantly.
Now wouldn't it be swell,
if they stopped ticking as well
and pretended like I do,
like I don't need to work
and I don't need to worry,
like I won't be sorry,
when I ignore the bells ringing in my ear
and get up when afternoon is near.
No, I must rest, I must be prepared
for another day, a future bared.
one more bowl of cereal,
one more dash for the bus,
another search for missing keys.
another day, another clock.
nah, don't feel sorry for me,
its not as bad as I make it look. :)

Sometimes..

I'm trying to sleep and I can't. I'm not restless, but when I close my eyes, I can see, rather I can feel in my chest, a vast empty space, a big field or a meadow, with nothing but a big tree in the centre. The emptiness of it presses down on me, intimidates me. There is no wind, no breath, just a stifling rareness in the air. Then I imagine water filling up the field. Even though I can't see any walls or boundaries, the water rises, and fills it up. Now the water touches the lowest branches of the tree till it looks like it is gasping for air. And like this it will stand.. just like this, gasping for air, till you decide to pull the plug and let the water drain away...

LDR

It’s the relatively new word in my vocabulary, newer than LOL and older than FML. It’s the new phenomenon affecting the lives of young adults, and consequently older adults in this new world we like to call the global village. It arises from the abundance of choices, or the lack of it. It’s the Long Distance Relationship.

My feelings towards LDR are ambiguous at best. While necessary and unavoidable, they cause a lot of… let me see if I can put this any other way… nope, can’t. Unhappiness. Complications include time zones, geographical differences; side effects include an increased fondness for the telephone, the laptop and the internet.

Lately, my whole life seems like a long distance relationship. Parents, sister, nieces, friends, pet.. Love, hate, fight, support, cry, laugh, over the telephone. My brain seems to have a LDR with my body. My weekdays have a LDR with my weekend, and my weekend feels like my work is on another planet!

But what am I complaining about? The choices I have made, however good or poor, have brought me here. And honestly, no regrets. While no one was looking, I got confused, I made some sense, I figured me out and I got lost again. I found some friends, and some not-so-much-of-friends. I grew up. Yep, no regrets. Because in the end, I think it’ll all be worth it. Isn’t that what we tell ourselves?

A Song for the Spring

When you hang up the phone,
do you laugh a little laugh?
When you're on the bus alone,
do you smile a smile-and-a-half?
Does the sun look happier with the bumble bee?
Does the grass look greener, do you see
the flowers,
the yellow amongst the green,
the white laden on the trees?
Do you give yourself a quiet hug,
do you feel like the world
could be more than a shrug?
more than rice, more than brown
more than a handshake and a frown.
You are happy, my friend
Its all part of the plan,
of the vagaries of life,
So spread the magic while you can.

=)

Bus Stop

There's the one on the phone all the time.

Then there's the one with the mirror in her hand, fixing her lip gloss as she waits.

The one with the ipod pretending the world doesnt matter.

The one in shorts on a windy day, shivering his ass off.

The one eating chips for breakfast.

And the one who almost misses the bus, in a huff and a puff.

The snob, the friendly face, the smile, the glare.

The loner, the group, the couple, the crowd.

The one who doesn't know where he's going,

and the one who doesn't want to find out.

Which one are you?