in the light of the tilted orange lampshade,
with the half broken bulb,
the words of the book
stared dimly at me.
my eyes were swimming
in the blurred,
articifial twilight.
my brain kept rejecting
the words, which tried
forcing their entry:
my sleepy mind
the faithful sentry.
a night lamp is just not the way
to prepare for these tests every single day.
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my current favourite tracks
- love song to a stranger
- eleanor rigby
- the scientist
- winter lady
- suzanne
- billy rose-the prison trilogy
- diamonds and rust
- i'm your man
- hey that's no way to say good-bye
3 comments:
this is just too cute for words...we go through this everytime we sit down to prepare for one of those f'ing tests! thanks for writing it down, and that too so lyrically :D
Its really nice...perfect description of wat we face before exams....
@ansh: is this guddu?
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