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Not so young Fashion Graduate From National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT), Delhi, India. Aspiring journalist. Amongst other eclectic hobbies, she likes writing and has written several poems and articles over her school and college life and now for a living. She would someday like to be be a more popular writer than just on her blogs. 'Tis a lady of grand splendor, who waketh in my bed every morning while the sun beckons her towards night...

Saturday, June 10, 2006

endless nights

its worth less actually
waking up all night...thinking about nothing...
just having ur eyes open ....staring at nothingness....sometimes sitting up ....sometimes lying back and just tossing around as if on a bed of ice.....
reading ...writing ....listening to some odd song playing itself over and over again.... sleep eludes u ...for some reason even in the early hours of the day u know u need to sleep....people will be concerned abt the light falling out of ur window...in my case-doors.
and thousands of questions float inside u? worthless questions u decide and then u remember a blog saying "why do we ask questions??" i m in no mood to tag or i wud have ......
u keep thinking i need to sleep someone would not be too happy to see me after 6 months with dark circles around my eyes...he has worked too hard to get rid of them.....they are back and no amount of kajal can actually hide it...apparently wonders of make up dont work on me ....
the most dreaded responses ever come to ur mind....u have nothing to do. u know a endless day stretches before u ....amazingly right now im thinking ....why am i using "u" instead of "i"..... someone had read my portfolio and asked ""is the word "i" not something that u like to use......?""
life has become a paradox of kinds.....
u scream no one can hear u !
u want people to help, u out u never ask for help!
ur silently killing urself... knowing one day there is no end to all this....
u know people think ur bluffing.....only u and ur heart knows why u are bluffing .....
the problem is people think ur bluffing things that u arent
and u know ur bluffing things that people can never catch

i love it wen people speak my language.....coz sometimes im short of words.....yeah sometimes i am short of words....
sam told me yesterday that m words are making no sense.....i need to sleep!!
sleep?what sleep?these nights are endless.....



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