Sunday, October 11, 2009

Monday morning :)



Sunday night
Coffee.
Sleeplessness.
Haruki Murakami's Wind up bird chronicle
Dark windows.
Long movies.
Messages.
Faint morning light.
Hazy corridors.
Wet grass.
Dew.
Green. Sleepy green
Chirping crickets.
Cold stone bench.
Half moon right overhead.
Pale sky blue.
Three blackbirds.
Eyes wide open.
Pink. Bits of it.
Twitters.
Slithery noise in the grass.
Warm socks.
Red, red roses.
This is the best Monday of my life.

7 comments:

Shweta said...

Languid afternoons that slip away into the twilight.

A warmth under eyelids that beg to be shut.

Work that refuses to get itself done.

Promises of a bright and shiny new week.

Shweta said...

Only i was talking about sunday not monday :|. FAIL.

Blue~Flame said...

yeah yeah.
one word: Too many, too many coffee beans!!

SSD said...

Wet grass? Doesn't burn :)

William Deng-Deng K. said...

:D :D :D :D

There should be a like option here.
U should have stayed awake for the next night as well. Would have been all-this + all-this-amplified. :)

Sharanya said...

Murakami does that. He's..something else, man.


ARE YOU HERE YET?!

Shweta said...

you're going home?! do me a favour and don't meet up with suchi and sharan, ESPECIALLY simultaneously.