I slammed down my laptop and started writing
Writing
for the sake of writing.
Wondering if something good will come out
Wondering
what it is that wants to come out.
Out of my brain, squeezed through my fingers
And
explode on this paper as words.
Is it the tiredness I feel, slamming the laptop
for the fourth time
Only
to open it again,
Or the joy I feel that I will slam it down for
one less time
And
not have to open it again?
Or is it the confused foolish thoughts too
crammed in my brain
Wanting
to escape - and breathe and meet someone new?
Or is it the strange loneliness I feel, sitting
in my chair
Not
having shared my thoughts for long
That they have risen in a rebellion,
Rebelled
against being crammed in my brain
Begging me to let them out
And
show them some new.
The clock before me is moving
The
way it moved the day before
And finds a companion in me
Who
matches his routine.
Discipline they say will make you great,
Routine
is what it requires.
Wake up at the same time, brush your teeth,
First breakfast then
lunch then dinner
And Voila!
All
your problems are solved.
But routine has no life in it,
It
asks me to stare at the screen, stare for nine straight hours
For I have exams to crack,
Admissions to secure and people to make proud.
Perhaps perseverance is the key
It
will help you pull through,
So I breathe deep and open it again
To
try and persist till my mind wears out.
A student who finds peace in literature.
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