Masroofiyat : Busyness

Not an inch of space is left on my table

My stuff is visibly strewn every where

Looking at the mess reminds me

How busy I am

These office stairs that I climb

These elevators I avoid on purpose

These files that I carry aimlessly reminds me

How busy I am

These mails that have been unread since forever

And the ones I wish to read were never received

This folder that contains them but refuses to open reminds me

How busy I am

This collection of the best nail paints

That one shade I apply on my fingernails crudely

The one that is your favourite, reminds me

How busy I am

This bottle of an exotic shampoo I bought from my savings

These hair on my scalp that I cant bring myself to wash enough

That the feeling of your touch goes away, this helplessness reminds me,

How busy I am

These streets that I cross everyday

These road signs that bring back to me the signs I ignored

These feet of mine that walk endlessly remind me

How busy I am

These advertisements that promise me a fairer skin,

These commercials that claim to give me a brighter complexion

This injustice I haven't accepted, this darkness I cannot curb reminds me

How busy I am

These clothes that I wear

These silk and satin that you brought for me,

They itch my skin like rough jute and I cant discard because they smell like you, these damn fabrics remind me,

How busy I am