Poetry Hangovers Are Real

Thanks to some recent encouragement which got us very excited, we took up the challenge to write more collaborative pieces. We thought we would just write a couple of line and that was it, who knew it would end up like this. This collaborative piece was the by-product of poetry binging and excessive rhyming.

Here's the deal about what went down last night,
Seriously, I tell you, it was pretty tight,
The feels were there and everything went right,
The mood was cool and our hearts were light.

We converged at our usual HQ,
To try and do something somewhat new,
To get more collaborative stuff in queue,
And to work on projects that were due.

Last night was a refreshing treat,
With David Cook presuming our tentative meet,
It made us girls skip multiple heartbeats,
He got the poetry factory to generate so much heat.

The internet gave up on working,

The Muruku Sisterhood kept on talking,
We had to cool down with cooling desserts,
And then became more productive with our efforts,

It was like we didn't need to try,

We would go up and down and suddenly cry,
Our lines were fresh and no where dry,
But right now without sleep, we might actually die.

It has been a while, 

Since we dug through the memory pile,
We giggle, chuckled, sniggered and exploded,
We laughed so hard, we had to be sedated.

Really not caring about the lack of sleep, 

We just kept going beep beep.
Hoping someone would have thoughts so deep,
But that's a secret we all shall keep.

The night got heavy as we laid horizontally,

Our heartbeats synced rhythmically,
The more we jammed and rhymed epically,
The night soon turned to morning evidently.

So it is 3pm and here we are,
Sleep deprived and surviving on coffee that taste like tar,
Despite being really tired, our heart songs we quietly sing,
For we wouldn’t have traded last night for anything.

Sherjoyen Wobustamy
Written at 15:00 on 18th September 2015
Everywhere

SB is a conflicted soul of sorts, who is mad enough to go chase after what she really loves as opposed to conform to society and her mother's idea of a successful person. She prays she makes it in life, because she will not be able to tolerate the nagging that would follow if she doesn't. Her inspiration comes from everything around her, as well as made up situations in her head. Good luck distinguishing between the two. 

SY is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaids.
She doesn't believe in things that fade and fulfills the promises that she made.
She seeks the hearts of the troubled, to be a listener in times when things are doubled.
She's the kind who stands in the gap, who will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

JN is the one who doesn't take chances, but she's working on that. She's powering through life, one day at a time. Even with all that life throws her, you'll always see her with a smile. She's a hopeless romantic, hopeless beyond repair. You may say she's a dreamer, but she's got her feet on the ground.