Wednesday, 9 September 2015



Time knows

How to bore an empty me to death

When I don’t feel like doing anything

Not even fill time with words


Words don’t come to me easily

I look askew

I don’t like

The framed grey sky’s look

Where has its smile gone to?

The sun is hidden

So will be the stars

So will be my Muse

I want a forget-me-not sky

To pour all my lost similes,

Lost smile

But I told you already

Words don’t come to me easily

These times


 Posted for Poets United MidweekMotif ~ Boredom