I cant sleep these days. The whole night passes by watching the ceiling. No trace of sleep & lot of thinking. Sometimes I see the morning light trying to pierce into my room from the dark paned window before going to sleep. I feel that I am becoming over ambitious these days. Just dreaming with my eyes open of what I want to be. Its enough to vacate any trace of sleep from my eye-lids. I feel that Alfred Adler's complex theorem (superiority & inferiority) has taken over me.
The most precious thing that I lost in growing up is sleep. I cant even remember how I slept when I was few months old ; nobody does. It seems to be a forbidden story. Something that went past ages ago.
I should be living what I am right now instead of thinking of what I am going to be.

'I should be writing a book'- this thought lingered my mind from couple of years. I decide to make it happen now. Yes, I have started writing a book, a collection of short stories. Until then, I have decided not to read any more books, not for the risk of influence as I have never been influenced by any book or person. Just basically for, that either I read or I write.
The time seems to have come for a book to take shape. The title is yet undecided.

May the light of heaven,
Always fall on your head,
May you be true,
Being righteous instead,
May you seek the joy of joys,
& be deaf to whoever annoys,
May you be what you are to be,
Like the Moon shining on the sea,
May you never walk,
On the others chalk,
For it is always humane
To create one’s own way,
& never be afraid,
for the price to pay,

May when you when you see a flower,
May when you feel the first monsoon shower,
May when you see the sky with stars,
May when you see the full moon,
& the sunlit afternoon,
May when smell the morning breeze,
& the infant sun draws you to a geez,
May when your eyes meet the roses,
& the skyline where this earth closes,
May when you lie on grass,
May when you see the evening sky like brass,

You become one with them all,
& may you always smile,
& never be unplayful,
May you can dance & jump like an elf

May for the whole life,
You can celebrate yourself

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