Until it bored my heart to bleed,
I have never thought it could descend on
A soul ever active and alive to calls innumerable!
It has nothing to do with sleepless nights
Nor speechless days either! All that around
Lose colour of your taste and endurance
It is a figment of your mind that fails
To find anything interesting and shoves you
Into a self-centric-circle that has no exit -
Before it could be active –
Dislocate the numbness in brain
To check what is anew around!
Nothing you learn from the sneaky
Boredom that would engulf your self
If you cared not for the mess, it made
In your brain and body in total!