Tomorrow
Night is falling and the light is gone
My bed is cozy, I can only yawn
I feel so sleepy but now ain’t the time
I want to stay here and finish this rhyme.
Sooner or later, these eyes will close
I will lay down my head and quietly doze
Sleep would be heaven, but now ain’t the time
I will sit here for now and finish this rhyme.
Dreams of distant places, things I’d never do
Tales from old times, folks I never knew
It’s all coming to me now, but this ain’t the time
I ain’t gonna dream, I must finish this rhyme.
Look at all those people, I must be back in school
That ol’ guy is yellin’ — now ain’t he a fool?
What am I saying? I must finish this rhyme
I swear by the Lord, this ain’t the time!
If time were a rainbow, I’d paint it all green
For that is the color of all things unseen
Tangents of music, and sorrows of blue
If it were any different, what would you do?
All is lost now, Sleep you have won
But this ain’t the end, for there is the Sun
Hold on a bit longer, and finish this rhyme
Night is come now, but we’ll fight ‘nother time.

November 19th, 2008 at 22:07
sweetly vague
did u use green coz u really see it as the color of things unseen? or was it just the rhyme value?
November 19th, 2008 at 22:16
Neither…imagine yourself falling asleep: things pop into your head, one thing morphs into another, and nothing really makes *sense*. I was in that same state when I wrote this.
November 19th, 2008 at 23:53
*clap* *clap*
November 20th, 2008 at 00:12
made my day.. was smiling through the whole poem. and ofcourse very well writtien
November 20th, 2008 at 00:33
I love love love your poems!
Last time was at home in Bombay, rediscovered your old notebook of poems, written when you were like 9 – 10, we all had a good time re-reading them, before packing them away safely
November 20th, 2008 at 09:05
@Aruna, you _do_ realize I composed those poems mainly because I liked to write in that nice big register?
November 20th, 2008 at 13:39
The end justifies the means…doesn’t matter what was your motivation behind writing those poems, but we enjoy them
November 21st, 2008 at 10:51
The bed is lovely, soft for sleep,
But I have promises to keep,
And blog posts to write before I sleep,
And blog posts to write before I sleep.
cheers
November 22nd, 2008 at 21:06
[…] few days ago, I wrote a poem that I called ‘Tomorrow.’ Now, Vaibhav Garg (DAIICT’s cherished song-writer) has given it a tune of its own. […]