Boredom

Torn like a paper with scribblings, I churn on my metabolism to live. Like soccer, I’m a man Juggling a creative game on paper, aiming For Maradona or Messi, but still falling short. And when they actualize, A poem is a soccer ball, life jacket, nebulizer, Parachute, almost anything that will Save me from this…

Jack

Boredom steadies the numbness Stoic is my surrogate alter ego, although I wish I was Batman Making all sorts of gadgets appear in the bat mobile. I drive a Suzuki Swift, so unlike the bird and yet A little like a namesake author’s work – My driving resembles A Pinta Island Tortoise, although Gulliver Beckons…

Escaping Mundanity

A heart lost in transience Lost is the conga drum And found to the hum drum Boredom they say is like leprosy It eats away what is left A bacterium that chews patience And serenity, as fingertips Play a tune of its own on scribble-pad desk-tops And the foot-pedal is like A rock star making…