I think it's Give and Take

 Lying awake on the fresh green grass
staring into the darkness,

I close my eyes to drift away,

away from this world
from everyone's hold.
But whats pulling me back is a sound

pounding in my ear, growing loud.

i wish i could write further but then this is no poem, no dream world, no story of tryin to break free. It's what is happening outside my room. Sometimes, yes sometimes i wish to be alone and drift away to a land of dreams with soothing sleep and no worries to bother me. But alas the universe plots a different scenario. Weird dreams to wake me up or loud annoying music to never let me sleep in the first place (like right now). How can the city that slept at 9 all year suddenly get get so loud and irritating?

i think its for all those times that i criticized the place and made fun of the people, their language and how out of place i felt. i think i can even hear them whispering in the most evil way 'hey lets celebrate, its "let purneetha not have peace and quiet" day.' 

And i cant actually believe i'm writing a blog post about it but then i can basically talk a lot so why even a thought.

To getting back what we gave to world, an irritated, sleep deprived me..!!