Deja Vu With The Early Mist..
Bang..!!My hand hit something hard.. Hard enough to wake me up from the beautiful sleep.. I jus hit my hand on the table on the bedside.It was still dark in the morning.My wrist-watch's faint electronic light showed 5:00 AM as i squinted through the dark. For the past week(or the whole month for that matter) i used to wake up only when it was something over 9:00 AM. But today, it was hard to go back to sleep either, My hand hurt like hell. I just sat up on my bed and reclined on the wall. I looked around my room. If someone was given an award for "The World's Messiest Room" I would've been it. It was an assortment. It ranged from motivational to trendy to fantasy to all. My room contained most of the random things. At the east end you could spot Swami Vivekanda's majestic Portrait and on the west end there was Kareena Kapoor's Wallpaper. One thing I like the most is my bedroom's door. If u could take a peek at its back, you could find random comments, curses, proverbs and lot stuff scribbled all over it. My eyes shifted to my girl. She was standing near the door, romantically staring at me. Nahh.. It's not my girlfriend (Besides My Gf doesn't come to see me this early... ;-)) Its my PC. Pentium IV Compaq, 17" monitor, 5 years old. The only person on the whole earth who stands my lamenting without complaining. She's really a wonderful company. I thought of switching it on, but the ups beeping might wake everyone up and would earn me good thrashing. Next my eyes moved on to my study table. I dont study my text books., u can find any best-selling author on my table. Next on it was my mobile phone. It was a gift from my parents. My Prized posession.
There was lot more things to describe about but it was quite dark to see the rest(phew ! Gr8 escape!)
Reluctantly, I Stood up, Before the gigantic mirror(it stood to my height!) And quickly turned away as the sight was horrifying. I walked Out of my Den. Everyone was deep asleep.I walked through the back doors. The darkness was clearing up slowly. I quickly brushed my teeth and went into the kitchen. It's hard for me to spend an early morning without a coffeee.. The best thing i've learnt so far is preparing my own coffee. I took my hot mug of coffee to stairs outside my house and slowly devoured every drop of it. The climate was mildly chilling and it was soo.. so.. wonderful. But the thing that kept me worried at that wonderful moment was her absence. I just sat and looked at the cloudy sky.The rising sun gave those clouds shades of orange. It was a pleasant pain which only those who have experienced can talk about. I've experienced it on her absence but i've found it hard to put it in words.I went inside my house, placed my coffee mug in the kitchen, took my i-pod and my cycle key (ya., i still ride bicycles though i own a bike.. Try riding a bicycle early morning, i bet u'll enjoy it..) from my room and walked to my bicycle. It was pretty old, my companion for a long time. I keep it as a trophy from my past. Really great moments with this pal.

I switched my i-pod on and sat on my bicycle. The only song my pod had at this moment was from a new movie. It was my recent favourite and hers too. We used to spend time listening to the same song over and over again, we never got bored of it. I just cycled slowly through the familiar lanes to the rose street. It was a street close to my house where every resident of the street grew a mini-rose-nursery which made the whole street look red with plush roses. With the sweet song flowing in the air and sight of roses, i just lyricized my feelings. I am no poet but still my lyrics sounded touching to me. I spent a few more minutes cycling and when the time was about 6:30 i reached home and put my poem on paper.
Seconds dragging slower than hour,
Desolation Seeping through my vein,
Smile a stranger to my face,
Your absence making my Life hell,
I MISS YOU!!!
A few moments about her.. That makes My Day FULL...
-- Passionnant Pour être Vivant (Excited To Be Alive).,
Jk

