Quintessence

The clock ticked 7 times,the lazy ear could hear only the 7th Tick.Mom was calling,"Nivi...Get Up! It's already late.." Stretching my eyelids and bumping my sandal puffy pillow,I took myself off the bed.Slanting in some 105 degree, I quirked and gazed at, that mist filled morning. Someone was howling right in my ears..Awww..thats the Sad Alarm that often gets heavy knocks right at its head.With more of rage , I Kicked off the bed Cover , million of mosquitoes were flying in air happily yet hurriedly.I Stood Straight to Unlock the tightly locked windows ,& dashed it-the other side. The rays of Sun entered my Skin, Flushing out the frustration in me. With a wide grin, I Jumped out of my bed, hitting my fingers at some wooden edges.Though I felt little delirious, the florid thoughts vacillating deep inside my heart urged me to wake that auspicious day with a smile..The coffee on the table was already cold.Now the voice from the other side was even intense..."N...

That Was a Lonely Night,Chill Breeze Encircling My Shoulders. Headset Dumping Romantic Song Onto my Ears. Tuft Of Forelocks Waving the Other Side. Yet this Sappy Soul Of Mine Neither Ecstastic Nor Pensive Walked Lost in my Own Thoughts....

In our life We re all, WELL KNOWN to the WELL KNOWN.....UNKNOWN to the UNKNOWN.. But some situations and conflicts will arise..wer WELL KNOWN will treat us as UNKNOWN & UNKNOWN will come as WELL KNOWN......... Life the First potpourri One can ever see....

Deafening silence defiant girls and the dogmatic guys Ever Praising Pedagogues( Sarcastic) And the Altrustic attenders Urging us Every now and then with our souls Vacillating In the corridors.... Like a deadly ghost engulfed in the pig mire... The ambience and the radiance striking spots on our silver sequins... We ambled and rambled with our brain scrambled on One rainy day in that sultry wind ..... That Poo poo's our worries along with the dusty sand.... So we hope... one day or other the strict martinets and the sniffering Spys will sigh a satisfaction or rather a frustation that these are ever eluding incorrigibles beyond the rehabilitation....... Miragin their rage and bringin in us a great courage................ Corroborating the fact WE -THE INCORRIGIBLES WILL EVER BE the incorrigibles proving our identity :):) to all those entity :):)