It rains.
A little more everyday.
Nothing ceases to bore.
Yet there is so much to do.
A passing thought of him.
Lingers a moment longer.
They wish.
Hopefully out of sarcasm.
This blog was almost forgotten.
Answers to having nothing to do.
Is it yet time to begin working?
I look for something to do.
It’s just like every other day.
I’m better off here than home.
Though why, is still not known.
A list of books to read.
A mind too lazy to begin.
Sleeping on forever.
Delaying sleep next.
The only way to passing.
Sleep a little more.
My randomness begins.
Is this poetry or verse?
All that I seem to know.
Is that it’s just another day.
Nimish Batra said
What is a rut?
A rut is when every day at 4 pm, every yesterday feels like a tomorrow.
Prasoon said
this was nice
was obscure and “real” yet it was nice..