Brooding State

Life stinks

At times

When dirt and filth fills your living

As people use you like a dustbin

You remain in two minds

Whether to carry on or quit

Or hide poignant and jarring notes

Beneath facades of smile

Today...

The road ahead of me is desolate

Akin to my brooding state

The sun spells wrath

Has sipped all nectar from earth

Left me too parched

My lonely being fends for self

The intensity of suffering flows incessantly

Sans denouement

Before my life is reduced to a footnote

Fate seals my allotted time

To belong to mirth ...

Permits to hop and jump

I wish to take a deep breath

Grin smile and laugh aloud

Access greener pastures around.