Seems like my brain is being unlocked in places I never knew, maybe it is all that is happening around me, but of late I feel the need to write more and more. I find inspiration in the strangest of places, chats with my friends, just looking out of the window, a word or a phrase, and of course talking to my family as we rush to get ready for the day.

Just saw some poetry then I thought why not put how I feel in the mornings into prose, Shakespeare would kill me if I multilated his mother tongue.

A shrill sound cut through the cold night air and straight through the peaceful limbo of lumber that was my dreamland escape, was it an animal in trouble, or one of the kids having a nightmare. Quietly I pricked my ears (got a nice big set on my head too) and the metallic sound of my Nokia phone alarm came into focus.

Just like a well tuned Chinese Kungfu sensei without even batting an eyelid, I found the darn thing and pressed the largest button well knowing it would snooze for only 10 more minutes. After 2-3 cycles like this I just gave in got up, and bed-fully dressed in 5min and off we go, dropping the kids off to school then to office.

Its so cold so I put on a kettle and prepare for my morning engerizer. Just as I read my morning mail and news from here and there, I raised my steam cup of black African gold to my lips, the smell of it, woke up the sleeping cells in the dome of my head.

Electricity bears down to the tips of the fingers, tap tap they go with me not looking at the familiar contours of my keyboard, words flow fast, thoughts even faster, then I stop. What is this I am writing?

Maybe I will understand this new urge, maybe the beast in me is being unleashed, only time will tell anyway …