We choose our conditions...
there's a continual shifting
from the 'conscious' to the 'unconscious'
and then back again...
It's hard to stand firm in the middle
Boredom-the sorrowful apparition,
Becomes one's own collapsing axis
A lone thrombi....that clots unavoidably!
The monotonous grind
-Of making beds, dusting, cleaning, cooking, reading
warps a little (so to speak); plays so in us
...makes one bored to death
Me not realizing the reason
of this gnawing feeling…
Often times, my brain also goes dizzy…
stumbles and falls easily
Ah, these are the dull days ....
When I can't smoothen my wrinkles of stress
I sit alone, twisted
Sipping my lonely cup of Darjeeling tea.