The unusual status

Posted by Zave | Posted in , | Posted on 11:54

The diary has been forgotten once more,
The words have deserted too for good,
The pen carelessly thrown somewhere else,
The ink dried off, spilled all over the table.

"Who cares about this anyway, when you don't" ?

Thoughts have become selfishly good for nothing,
The heart just throws up at every mention of it,
The eyes have stopped searching finally this time,
The body just does what its best at, keep working fine.

"Damn, its about time, don't you think boy" ?

The songs have stopped making sense for the first time,
The memories wiped clean with nothing much left,
The moods, all have become mostly the same anyways,
The senses have finally come to their senses in the end.

"That is life, sweet, one hell of a life, ain't it" ?

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