Lifeless
Just so bored just so lonely
Time is just ticking so slowly
None to love nor am I loved closely
Everything just seems so devilish so unholy.
The teacher lecturing his bookish knowledge grey
So unromantic is his heart of clay
Not witnessing the lovely rain's play
Not affected by the cold gusty winds sway
Only solving problems all day
Never letting his troubles be diaplayed.
Here am I who was so sad and depressed
Thinking about the lovely winds from the west
Rather than the bookish chest
Living in a bubble away from all the rest
Only thinking about the blushing drizzle
Only the droplets that can make me satisfied and impressed.
There they are answering questions like crabs in a bucket
So lifeless imitating a knowledgeable puppet
All they care about is the future's buffet
Ignoring the sweet tune of the nature's trumpet
No heart indeed paper the surrogate.
Whereas me whose mind like a paper boat
Not caring about where am I gonna go
Or what's gonna happen to my soft coat
And in the breathtaking cold I float
Not caring if I get eaten by a goat
Not thinking about my future gloat
Just enjoying what I have right now in my throat
And sailing and sailing away from this world so great
Only living in doubts
No love no devotion only security and hope
Bloated with money notes
They just will never understand not know
How to live without worries lying on the coast
Or how to become a ghost
Amongst the foolish crowd who just cast votes
Their future as boring and dull as the burnt toast.
- Aandaleeb Mukherjee
©risingpoet
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