Dedication: Hmm... to the wonders of sleep
Inspiration: Boredom
Sprawled on my couch
On a regular Sunday night,
There was no reason to be surprised,
I was in the same old trite.
Squinting my eyes, trying to decipher
The vile words that spread across the screen
Sound was swooning close by,
Hurting my head with its loud sheen.
I buried my face in my pillow,
Pressed my body against the cool velvet.
Motion felt so restricted,
While my body intolerably sweat.
This was where past and present met,
And melted into nothingness.
This was where the future made promises,
Secrelty planning to lead us into emptiness.
I was mourning over a "forgotten" tryst,
I was repenting for not showing up,
I knew I had made the wrong decision,
But the damage had been done.
Lighs were burning somewhere,
Music was blaring there.
And I only an imaginary participator,
All I could do was think and stare.
I pulled the overs over my head,
Silence and darkness were still intact,
I knew it was not where I belonged.
But then where was my true habitat?
In the presidential debate of a neighbouring country?
In the dark myths of astronomy?
In the usual gossip or in the night life?
Or in the inconsistencies of this monotony?
Sprawled on my couch,
On a regular Sunday night,
My mind seeped into slumber,
Into a dreamworld, positive and bright.
As I isolated myself from reality,
I brushed away all real remnants,
As imagination and fantasy bewitched me,
I knew I was in my true habitat.
- Purti Awal, 2004