There was this time when I did not have much work to do. My head was lolling to one side and I was bored to death. I wrote this poem to keep me wide awake and slush through the long day!
When nothing comes to my mind,
And all thoughts come to a screeching halt,
I sit totally blank; a clean chalkboard.
Restless, impatient,
Disconnected from the mundane,
It is hard to fathom this gap, unseen.
My mind ain’t a devil’s workshop, no!
It is but a thoughtless existence,
When absolute boredom seeps through.
I slide down my never-ending chair,
Eyes half-droopy and ridiculously insane,
I crawl helplessly on the floor,
Akin a sloth that has gone askew!
Pillows, I hit them;
Fluffy and white,
Clouds of soft sensations,
Dreamy delights!
Just being there,
In that cottony comfort
Is what I love the most.
I do not care, I do not need
Bliss anymore.
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