Boredom
Ankit Bansal
August,2005
When nothing seem to answer
And there is none to ask
wanna do something
but can’t make a start
when eyes are blank
and one is forced to sleep
the moment mind go bankrupt
on mirror of perception—strikes unseen
it is then one asks
the very question of existence
then only resigns to strange stupidity
and fights to feel one’s own presence
the sun rises to shine forever
time refuses to move any further
far and wide things cease to move
every day same old tales repeated altogether
even paintings on wall stare
you notice what you never care
all odd, suddenly seems interesting
every move brings hope, gradually failing
then one strains every nerve
waves of delusion disturb the calm
despair float everywhere
if a thought of change could check this fear