Monotony : The Symphony of Life


vikas chandra

As I return, to where I left
Ain’t I, the same, in a life bereft?
Of a drive to drive, beyond the reach
Of yesterdays’ rituals, so hard to breach

Obliged to rise at 5, each day
Some penance is it, or toll to pay
By a man, who bears, a father’s heart
A hubby, a wage slave, can you tell apart?

Treading on mornings thru lost alleys
One amongst the aging faces, matching tallies
One more farewell, to the bus I bid
Which carries my young seed. Alas! Me a lost kid

The breakfast toast, has new blisters today
Unlike mate’s dark circles, on unbroken decay
The dailies do shout, to a deafened, spent man
Whose creed resigned, to scan that layaway plan

Thru the taxi queues to the office gates
Wail weary ways, on endless waits
Same place to work, and lie to self
A pigeon-holed man, rotting…

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