You are neither asleep nor awake ever when you have Insomnia...

Beep...beep...beep
His telephone had been ringing when he jerked up from a deep sleep on his office keyboard.
He had drooled all over it. He quickly ran a hand over his face and stole a quick glance around, to check who all had been watching him. 'This' was nothing new to his colleagues and so no one bothered watching him anymore. Partly relieved, he looked at the monitor. 3 new mails. 2 from his boss. Darn! He hated his job. He hated his life.
To his right was the one thing he didn't hate at all. The clear pretty view of the Cubbon park and the pristine Bangalore skyline. He looked at it and kept staring at nothing in particular. He loved this part of his job. The part which was growing, endangering his further stay in the company.
The Sarnath replica of Ashoka pillar over Vidhan Soudha shone in the mid afternoon sun. All he wanted to do was keep looking at the view. And do nothing at all.
The clouds in the sky, the greens on the ground, the distant hi-rises, the flowing highways..everything. Today of all the days the sky was prettier with an enigmatic glow of orange and silver.
He looked at his screen and then it happened.
He felt a mild shudder. It was like a small earthquake he thought. A moment might have passed when his gaze went to the sudden bright light in the middle of the sky. It was right there in the middle of his 'view'. Like a huge ball of fire hovering in the sky. Then it moved. And grew. Or was it moving downwards. With its growing proximity, the shudder too grew into a large seismic disturbance. The windows, the desks, the people and then the whole building started to shake!
He never got a chance to think. He got up from the ground where he was thrown by the tremors and gained a rein on his thoughts. Still, all that he could think was "WTF!?!". His eyes never leaving the frightening sight in front of him.
The 'ball' had now moved near their building. It's light had grown now to become 'blinding'! He got up and rushed to the window. He could hear the commotion and screaming around him, everywhere, but had neither the time nor the will to look around. His gaze was fixed at the 'ball of fire' descending to the center of the Square, next to his building. It was now bigger than a Dump truck. Yet it glided ever so calmly. He could see the traffic in total disarray and the people frenzy on the roads! Running! Taking cover!
Suddenly all the activity stopped. In his mind, in his office, in all the nearby offices, on the roads and of the traffic. All the sounds went silent. Everyone, had grown quiet as they were now looking in horror at the thing which had finally reached the surface.

Wait to eternity

Up above the evening sky;
the lazy dull clouds, they fly;
the fragrant breeze, it glides just through,
Sitting by the window, then does she cry.

The melancholy in the setting sun,
is not as much as in her eyes,
nothing's there that can be done,
her sorrow lies in the singing bird's cries.

On idyllic pretty days like these,
she remembered being in his arms,
..they lied till the ends of times,
In the haystack besides the farms.

Then one day the bugle sounded,
all the soldiers, on the docks were rounded,
He said goodbye wearing his best clothes,
not a single remorse in his voice sounded.

"I will be back for you, when we win",
she remembered the words and his confident face,
with gentle eyes, and a rosy chin,
always so lovely with a mischievous grin.

She had waited for days after the war,
Near the town bridge holding on to the ropes,
Scanning the road, wide and far,
until the day she lost her hopes.

Then one day he did come back,
But in the horse carriage instead of its back,
they never let her touch or see him,
she din't know why all they were so grim.

Understand did she not but tears filled her eyes,
though she knew,all this was lies,
as she had heard in her grandma's stories,
that true love, never ever dies.

She knew it was not him they brought,
How dare they say all this, foolish lot,
He would never let her be a lonely widow,
she never feels thus any sense of sorrow,
He will be back,strong resolve had her got,
So she still watches the road, sitting by the window.