Sapped energies,
lowliness in mood,
a general frustration with things around
having seeped in..
Lying with my back on
the cold hard floor, legs perched
atop the bedstead,
under the slow rotating fan
sweat evaporating and reappearing
– a circle of its own
thoughts just run akin
to the super-fast MMTS
or crowded trams of huge metros..
at super-fast speed and
superbly overcrowded..
making no sense as they
enter and leave..
sometimes reaching
their ordained destination..
and other times alighting
at an unknown destination
in the flow of
the moving out crowd
-no amount of resistance can work..
Idyllic Lilt 