Melancholic of the monsoon

Sluggish mornings,

Smell of fungus

in my slippery doorsteps,

Elongated bedtimes,

Slacking routines,

Hearing nothing ;but symphonies,

4 walls, headphones as my roomies,

Safeguarding books

And Reading them to cats 

To which they nods,

But silence alone growls.

Instant noodles,

And concurrent doodles;

Fills stomach and minds.

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In the hush of night, I speak to You,  
My heart is heavy, my faith unsure,  
I’m young, on the brink of my prime,  
Yet time seems to slip, like grains of sand.

I ache, Lord, in this restless quest,  
Trying to believe, though I’m oppressed,  
Do I continue in this weary chase,  
Or is it just a lost, empty race?

I see others, their paths seem clear,  
While I stumble, gripped by fea...

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