Be it last Monday
or this Tuesday
Days are behaving Xerox Copies
bolted with same color,
dull and faded
playing replaying
the same chord everyday.

Waking up to the
same myopic thought,
transformed into a rusted machinery
with controlled signals-
Wake , Office, Work,
Stress, Eat and Try to sleep -
Robotic Human is my
New Name.

No music, no poetry, no hobby
Neither to play with children
Nor to catch up with love
Not even a self affair !!
Don't remember when
I was live with my friends ??

Stretching the senseless power
of Stressful Work
for a volume of money,
still can't afford a
slice of happiness
not even for a single moment,
person or thing..

Life is broken -
Mundane ,
Lost and tossed
Beaten up by
Routine and Replay
where obscurity
blinds the path to happiness.