Verbal Vomit

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02/10/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

A puff of air escapes me
And I sit back and tell
Myself that I’m tired.

I tell myself that I’m
Tired because I’ve
Worked hard.

In a 24 hour day,
From one Sunrise to the
Next, I sleep
For 6 hours and
30 minutes.

Before I begin to
Work I sleep the
Fatigue away.

Of course, some would
Say otherwise.

Some would say that
The fatigue made me
Drowsy; it put me down to
Sleep.

They lie.

I sleep to draw in the
Long sigh that escapes
When it’s time to get
Tired.

I sleep to gather courage;
To draw energy that would
Last me 9 hours
And 30 minutes.

My sleep is not
Reactive;
It’s Proactive.

It’s easy to live these 9
and half hours.
What’s difficult is to un-live
Them.

My sleep is not deep.
Because, obviously
I’ve not any hard work,
To fall into a deep sleep.
That’s what they say, right?
Work hard, party harder?

The drill is always on.
People listen to Banksy,
And applaud him,
And turn right around
And go back to their
Shoddy lives.

The drill is always on.
Obviously, I’ll party hard if
I work hard.
What else is there to it?

How would I enjoy if I don’t
Blow a billion bucks
On tepid below par coffee.

Anyway, these 9 and half hours
Out of 24 is where I pretend
To live the life
That will eventually
Translate into a life
That will pay back later.

9 and half plus 6 and half.

Gone.

16 hours of a day,
Just dissolved into nothing.

8 hours is all I have.
Every day. 

Every. Single. Day.

8 hours where
I
will learn another language.

8 hours where
I
Write my book.

8 hours where
I
Read the 100s and 100s
Of books that I want to.

8 hours where
I
Take a crap, breathe, take a walk,
Eat, drink, Exercise (So I get to live
More of this),
Meet friends, talk to the ones I can’t meet
And
Socialise with relatives I don’t even like.

Then folks tell me that
I shouldn’t be so stressed
All the time.

And I wish I could
Welcome them into
My life,
And leave mine behind
Like a reptilian
Dream.

Siddiqui F.
(14.08.2016)

 

NB: Written at J.N Petit on 14.08.2016. The last paragraph was written at the time of posting this at home, at 0040 hours on 02.10.2016

 

2 thoughts on “Verbal Vomit

  1. Asha Seth says:

    I can feel for you. It resonates with my tiring schedule, a lot.

    • I think it resonates with most of us. It’s only that some reconcile and accept, or still manage to take a larger bite out of the time given to them.

      I admire the latter.

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