Thursday, November 16, 2006

One Fine Morning..

I wake up early
Many chores to deal
The month is November
And the morning air chill

The sun is rising up
In the far.. over the hill
The rays seep thru the windows
Warming up the room they fill

On the cozy bed they fall
Challenging my will
In this busy life, I think..
How many times, the inner voice we kill
And not enjoy the small moments
Which make life worth while..

I call the office
And feign ill
Then remove the tie and get under the blanket
Letting the sun intoxicate like a sleeping pill

6 comments:

Cuckoo said...

Wonderful !! Nicely written.

It reminds me of my days in those wintry mornings when one never wants to come out of the cozy quilt :))

flyaway mind said...

hmmm..this poses a serious challenge to those of us who are still slogging away at office..heehee..its very strainful these chilly days to pull oneself from bed

Anonymous said...

Baaki sab theek hai Bhai parr tu Tie pehan ke kyoon sota hai?
-Bises

Neha said...

Nice one once again. It jogs my memory to the days when in Shimla quiescent under the weighty cozy quilt each day I thought to bunk my classes’ n sleep through the day.

SiD said...

@cuckoo, flyaway mind, neha: thanks..
and ya it is quite difficult to get up these days.. and it is going to be more tough as the days progress ;)
a challenge in store for the office goers

@bises - bhai .. acc to the poem i am getting ready for office..and so wearing a tie.. but then i decided to sleep.. hence i removed the tie.. so slept without a tie :)

Amrut said...

The rays seep thru the windows
Warming up the room they fill

On the cozy bed they fall
Challenging my will


Sexy man!!!