Boredom strikes notes of rhythm.
Monotony drags everyone into trance.
Blazing heat dehydrates the body,
but the insecure mind remains untouched.

The staircase is the same
and the number of steps
remain unnoticed.

Passion disperses into
the heap of dry leaves
people from the past
revisit through memories.

sunlight disappears into the night
tube-light keeps me awake
murky ponds of sarcasm
now lay dry, parched.

Within the vacancies
left behind by silent
awakenings I seem
to linger on in hopeless
hope tasting every ounce
of sour juice of pain
experiencing thrills
though pain remains
engraved in my soul
I do realize suffering
is still just a choice,
an option that has now
withered away , watered
by smiles.