Author’s Note: I wrote a poem with the title “Monotony” last year, hence, I’m calling this “Another Monotony”.
It’s 4:45, it’s time to wake up
I need to rush and catch my train
Or I will be grumpy and late
But I always see things in gray
Set in a film that’s black and white
It’s another ordinary day
It’s not amusing, it’s just routine
I spend the hours at the office
I waste my precious time drifting –
Going along or zoning out
As if I am really working hard
I’m still in a film set in black and white
So I try to paint colours and hue
But I fail and I’m left without a clue
Finally, it’s time to go home
This is what I am waiting for
Now I see a rainbow, my paradise
My only escape from melancholy
It’s marking the end of insanity
Wishing for tonight to never end
For when I wake up, all is the same
Author’s Note: This happened last week. The picture – that’s exactly what we have at home. And yes, my alarm clock is set at 4:35AM in a workday.
It was 1:35AM and not 4:35!
I had 3 more hours but BEEP…
Oh! What was that?
The fire alarm!
Should I call 911?
(After 1 minute) beep…
I wanted to ignore you but
Another minute passed, BEEP…
Okay! I needed to check this
There was no smoke
There was no fire
Was it just the battery slowly dying?
Oh why did you wake me up
In the middle of the night?
Now my sleep was interrupted
My dream slipped away
My mind got an influx of rush
And I can’t go back to a far away place
I thought I removed the battery?
Oh it was the alarm!
It was the beating of my heart…
Author’s Note: Sorry for the curse word in this writing. I’m just frustrated at work. The last stanza where it says “my world” — it’s actually pertaining to my work life/career/day job but the word “world” just sounds better.
I keep on asking these days – “what the f*ck?”
So many times I’m tempted to go back
But I’m unsure, something’s holding me back
Though I can’t take this; I’m about to crack
Gone are my drive, my fire and my passion
I have no goal and no clear direction
Not again! I’m drowning in confusion!
What the f*ck? I allowed this vexation!?!
So here I am, cursing and complaining
While I witness my world slowly crumbling
Instead of ‘change’, look for a beginning
I say: “What the f*ck? Cheers! to my ending!”