I worked all day, sorting some mess
Not knowing what am I working for,
Tired, mundane, Bored, Clueless,
I don't even get drunk anymore,
Lying on my couch,
I stare in silent dark,
Is there something I can vouch,
Where I can leave a mark,
Another day has gone by,
Death is nearer now,
The feel of dying, and being dead,
Is closer to me somehow,
Why? why this indifference?
Dear God, why this infinite tolerence?
Why do I wear this apathetic lense
Where's the desire to cross the fence?
Somehow sleep engulfs me,
I pass in a slumber,
Alice is in wonderland,
I'm waiting for my number,
Is this the way a day should end,
Is this the way our desires blend,
Stop, and take a closer look,
Coz there're always things to mend.
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1 comment:
Dude, you are a better poet than a writer.keink tep going ....Infinite tolerance ....i think thats the biggest culprit.of lately i have realised few things..kabhi baithenge to baat karenge
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