Another dull winter day painfully crawls away
into garden-variety biography
just a run-of-the-mill résumé
filled with antecedents whilom
and to top it up
a corrosive impostor syndrome.
I lie quietly in the flickering, yellow light
of a jaundice-stricken forty-watt bulb
trying to think about something superb
which would somehow improve
the way things do (or do not) move
in my achromatic life.
Nothing worthwhile emerges.
Only some vague urges act out
from their stingy hideouts.
The clock pushes the evening further
into the dry, arid chill of the night so still.
I sigh and switch off my ghost-like
sleepy, vapid eyes
into the ancient time-line
of a vast, un-bridged solitude
in my quarantined, immotile life.
© Chandra S., 1995
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
Another dull winter day painfully crawls away
into garden-variety biography
just a run-of-the-mill résumé
filled with antecedents whilom
and to top it up
a corrosive impostor syndrome.
I lie quietly in the flickering, yellow light
of a jaundice-stricken forty-watt bulb
trying to think about something superb
which would somehow improve
the way things do (or do not) move
in my achromatic life.
Nothing worthwhile emerges.
Only some vague urges act out
from their stingy hideouts.
The clock pushes the evening further
into the dry, arid chill of the night so still.
I sigh and switch off my ghost-like
sleepy, vapid eyes
into the ancient time-line
of a vast, un-bridged solitude
in my quarantined, immotile life.
© Chandra S., 1995