Random Thoughts

The alarm goes off long after the eyes get a good look at the ceiling
The fan dancing in circles, Man, it does the same thing everyday
The world, still and calm like a still born baby
Who knows what each dream beholds
These tall buildings and fancy curtains mimic the womb
No light, no sounds, its as if telling us to creep back into the womb
For when the light is shining and the Sun dangling in the mid sky,
Our brains, hands and feet race against each other
I would bet my cents on brains. Men, it never gets weary
I believe, age is the only factor that can bring him down
Or may be a bottle of fine wine could do it in a few minutes?
So back to the alarm beeping,
At times it wont even beep coz the mind is all awake even before it does what it does
The muscles know what to do. Trained them for 32 years now.
Even if the soul is tired, every single nerve and muscle fiber acts as if they are on steroids
Well, the alarm went off dint it? Who knows, lets just start the day all over again.

Lets walk into the world where people dont appreciate colors and taste anymore
Fast paced world racing with Time, trying to get past it and win
But, isnt time here, at the start line and there, at the finish line, at the same time?
I used Time here to compare time with what time does, I dont know what you call it, lets just call it Time again
Who appreciates music anymore? Its become like a dipper in KFC meals
People use it when they are driving or walking
Back to Alarm again, where did we stop? Did we even allow it to play that sound?
I wonder!

That one bus would never come, the one that can take us to the humans with actual hearts
Hearts that pump blood, the one that feels
May be the bus is broken or stuck among the vast horde of fancy, mechanical ones
Oh, dont worry, am not referring to the bus with engines that are in love with coal
And dont worry, they wont hurt the climate either, just a good old regular bus
With people who talk to people without any secret intents. Just sharing a Hello and How is your day!
We focus too much on the gears and the sounds they make in these old busses
that we lose track of whats more important. The connection.
Lets just say we sit there at this bus stop waiting for it to come
And all we see if people with heads in right angles with their necks, lost in the magical worlds
Oh yea, all of this started with the alarm going off
Or rather say, alarms going off across the globe, I mean my side of globe to be precise
Ah, I got a thought here. Hold on!
There is this Orchestra Conductor in the beautiful, long black suit
Holding that tiny stick and I have no idea what one would call it. Lets just call it a wand, like the one in Harry Potter
Swinging it around and the alarms goes off one by one until they form a Harmony
Yeah! It would be good to think that we are a part of a concert may be
Makes us feel important, included and talented too.
After all, isnt that why we even turn on the alarms?
And yea, the bus, it will most probably be stuck in traffic as we know.
Would you rather wait or hop onto the one that looks vivid and comfortable. I bet you would

So back to the moment before the alarm goes off,
Hands of the clock tick in perfect rhythm
It feels like they have their own marching band inside
At times, they are so strong that you can hear them in your sleep
And at times stronger enough to wake you up before the, you know what, alarm goes off
Now would you call it lack of proper sleep or tuning your brain to act be proactive
I mean, who doesnt love pro-active work? In my field of work, its considered genius

Well, even the concept of bus has changed now? Hasnt it?
Virtual world, virtual meetings, virtual emotions
We have grown so big to contain an entire life's work in a small electronic box
Now what I find amusing is how the order generation looks at it
Rough hands, piles of files, sweating under old fans dressed in cob webs, regional language
Has all been crammed into one small box. Ofcourse excluding the sweat and cobwebs etc