Roshan Adhikary

Roshan Adhikary

Monday, August 1, 2016

#New_Day


Sun shines
through the window
above my forehead.
Breaking the thread of sleep,
I whisper, "Oh a new day!"
That zealous sound would have hardly arrived the mosquito net when it got counter attacked.
My lazy bone: What's new babe?
Your day has an old story.
A new day with wrinkles in it.
Stick in hand.
Struggling to move.
In fact crawling with time.
Then, how is it new?
My friend I agree.
Its new.
It has got some extra wrinkles, some extra weakness, some extra laziness.
Moreover, an added day of life.
What about the story?
Living prolonged procrastination,
delayed destination.
stuck in Vendetta of happiness & destination.
Dreaming life amidst silence & suffocation.
Reigned by Forever frustration .
Like the superpowers bombarding
for peace
I kill happiness for the sake of achieving it.
I pretend, I act, I role-play.
I impersonate a guy
loyal, laborious
serious, sentimental
Singing some fake tragedy,
presenting a fake smile,
wrapping myself in a
gentleman attire.
Am I living drama or living life?
I dream a life without care.
No deadlines to die for.
No boundaries to limit in.
No Dos n Do-nots.
I do dream.
I dream being
A carefree freak living insane,
ignoring the logic,
giving damned care to the
cause & effects, principles.
I have been
lamenting past,
blaming present
and cursing future
for so many ‪#‎new‬ days.
New?
Yes my friend, an older #new.
Sun shines through the window yet again...