Between the dusk and the dawn.

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The sleepless nights have started. Or I'd rather say, the unwillingness to sleep has started.

At times it's just me, the darkness, the faint orange light through the window, the quite notes on my guitar, the tap tap texting sound on  my phone.
And, there are the conversational nights too. More than the other nights, I can say.
Since the time Internet took birth in my house, the endless awesome-blogs-read-athon during the night all the way till 2am is truly awesome.
At times I do sleep off like a new born baby soon after dinner. But, those are the rare times.

It's a full moon night. The moon showering its light all over the sky, making it a beauty which always failed to impress me before; impresses me now. The calmness of the night sky which bored me before enlightens me now. Makes my heart light. And I glow. With the glow of the moon, I glow. I can almost see the stars smiling at me. They are too proud to have instigated such feelings in me; I smile back.

Oh what happened to the times when the twinkles meant nothing else but Physics to me?!

The unwillingness to sleep. Yes.
Maybe I want to savour each moment, listen to it, to its silence and watch it fade away.

The awe-struck smile, The Beatles, the turn arounds in the balcony, I can go on forever. In the midst of this randomness, who would listen to us?! No one.

I want to suppress the sleepiness.
I want to be that insomnia freak. Not that crazy-insomnia-drugs-freak. Just a normal-freak, if there is such a thing.

Let the nights remain a mystery. I don't want to discover it; some things are better that way. I don't want to understand it; I couldn't if I did to. I don't want to let go of it, not for now, not forever.

The words begin to weary down, the eyes are watery, the loud yawns give me a clue.
I don't want to give in. But, I do. Give in to the unusual-routine, to the normalcy.

Sleep, I shall. Coz, it's what I am supposed to do. It's what my world is doing right now. It's what, by doing so, I will be called as a good girl.
Sleep, I shall. Coz, there are many more thoughts to muse on for the many more nights to come.

P.S -  This post was written a week ago on the full moon night.

Comments

♪♪Happy Go Lucky♪♪ said…
The post is brilliant!!!
I've been reading this over and over and over again!
When i do an awesome-blog-read-a-thon also, I will come back and read this post again :)
April 4, 2012 at 11:47 PM
that awkward girl said…
Harini :) Love!
Yes, you made me happy that day and today also. :P
April 5, 2012 at 3:49 PM
Anonymous said…
Awwwsome pooja this one..! :) :)
June 13, 2012 at 11:28 PM
Anonymous said…
:-) :-) :-)
June 16, 2012 at 11:44 AM
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