Boredom......

It sometimes amazes me to see how a day can be so diametrically opposite the previous. I don’t know how people tend to "phase" their lives.

I mean, just yesterday at 2:00 am I was listening to a friend who was bored and explaining “oh crap! So many things are there for you, how can you possibly get bored!!!” and just today, the same time almost, I feel so bored that I am bored to sleep even. So bored that I’ve painted this mind almost as black as night now…..

Not that I would have come up with a contradiction of relativity theory or invented a new way to get rid of pesty neighbours, but still I could have easily done myself a favour by reading some pages.

Occasion: boredom

Courtesy: monotonous point.

Slumbered Soul...

I was holding the tide when I loved the motion

I was naïve when I loved to sense

I was quiet when I wanted to yell

I sereneted when I wanted to aggress

I dreamt when I loved to sleep

And…..also ..

I slept when, I loved to dream….

I smiled when I wanted to cry

I complimented when I wanted to grouse

I thought it candid when it was tactful

Why does this soul slumber now?

When there is a keen desire to subsist