Feelings.. I doubt i can judge mine
they change jus like the taste of every new sip of a wine
a slight difference n a little arrogance in attitude
i slog here daily for a month's dime
I realised i slipped into my own cocoon
with a blot of knowledge for some boon
got myself lost in some goons
why m i so sure m gonna leave this soon??
A place of fake morality
robots faking humanity
in a desperate need of inspiration
i count my days in fraction..
Deprived of choice
with eyes moist
I remind myself not to permit a demise
loaded with expectation
a lack of inspiration
to move out..
I toss here the time
to while away n make a rhyme
i call it a crime
as i lose the knack to make it fine..
Travelling back home
i am reduced to a lump of foam
absorbed and saturated
thinking how to get motivated..
Faces around- too happy to be true
their ears blocked to the reality assuming to get the due
pockets filled with crispy rupees
No time to spend on what they please..
Eyes red with stress
succumbed to a puff to destress
a smile out of frustration
Gazing through the closed window for some air of anticipation
I wonder whats becoming of me
M i losing the glee?
is it a time to emancipate the real me??
or m i just running away to suit myself?
a coward hiding from ones dignity n true self???