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Waking Up<\/strong><\/p>\n An uneasy\u00a0sleep, A cup of tea grows cold You cram those cello-taped glasses Things ricochet off the walls They were repairing the roads yesterday. You blink. With those white knuckles <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Manosij Ghosh<\/strong> lives in Pondicherry, India where he is a math major. While not writing poems he can be found on the beach trying to solve problems in algebra. His papers on Number Theory have been published in different mathematical journals.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Waking Up An uneasy\u00a0sleep, You wake up with a start, But there’s this dull throbbing Inside your head which refuses to go. A cup of tea grows cold On your bedside table. Inconsistency. They are playing Beatles next door. But to you it seems to be just noise. Unnecessary noise. You cram […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7028","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7028","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7028"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7028\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7031,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7028\/revisions\/7031"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7028"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7028"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7028"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nYou wake up with a start,
\nBut there’s this dull throbbing
\nInside your head which refuses to go.<\/p>\n
\nOn your bedside table.
\nInconsistency.
\nThey are playing Beatles next door.
\nBut to you it seems to be just noise.
\nUnnecessary noise.<\/p>\n
\non your face-
\nBut the buildings outside the window
\nStill continue to sway.<\/p>\n
\nAnd hit you squarely on the face.
\nBut nothing happens to you.<\/p>\n
\nYet, you wonder why
\nevery inch of your room, today
\nSmells like burnt asphalt.<\/p>\n
\nAnd slowly everything,
\n(even the noise)
\nLike dust, settles down.<\/p>\n
\nYou rub your eyes,
\nAnd realize that you are awake.
\nWide awake.<\/p>\n