The new poem that i wrote...

Nothing New

I wake up, still sleepy, to my dreadful alarm,
The bed is welcoming, the sheets so warm,
I know I’d love to go back but I can’t,
Clichéd it may be but, “Life is not always about what you want…”

So I do my chores and say my prayers,
I watch TV, appreciate those players,
But in my mind, I know there s nothing to do,
I am tired of this life, of so much ado…

I just eat and drink and sleep,
The nothingness and lull makes me weep,
I just wish I was back in the crowd (My bloody College),
It would be heaven, I would be so proud…

Too much serenity is a dose of pain,
My days seem to while away in vain,
The daily routine so fuckin’ empty,
I want to do something a lil’ naughty…

I sit and wait at the window in dismay,
“Should I turn on the TV and … , Nay”,
Life is so boring and jaded,
All the color and melody faded…

Time and time again I pace,
Up and down, like u rightly guess,
My mind is clean like a slate,
Hope of activity and adventure, not too great…

The uproar within is so hard to repress,
The clot of inaction is really dense,
This time is lost and it is getting dark,
It is sad to know, Coz’ we all want it BACK!!!...

So the birds return at the end of a tired day,
I just wish I had a way,
To fill my life with work and feats,
Move around and exercise my wits…


Alas I get my lone respite,
The lucid calmness in the night,
When most sleep and those who work are few,
I loathe this life with Nothing New…