Nine to Five

A “nine to five” scheme
A world ruled by social esteem
Digitalised platforms help you redeem.
Yet Target groups don’t understand memes.

All and Sundry chasing trends,
Any minute which can come to an end.
Each frail trying to get,
An “out of the box” applause.
Without realising it’s terms and clause.

I rather be the odd one here,
In my head clear,
To kick the gear,
Whenever I want to.
Whenever I feel like it.
Maybe take a sip of beer.
Not in the crowd that I fear.
But for the lone pleasure that’s sheer.

Not to escape the reality,
Only to look through the complexity
I choose to be free,
I choose to write, under the hoary tree.

The leaves of which, dried and wrinkled
Yellowish green.
A sight extremely serene.
Felt content, unusual in my daily routine.

The sea shore, outskirts of the town,
The town filled with million clowns.
Blacks discriminated by the Brown.
Give me a reason, not to frown!

Irregular pebbles on the shore,
Gives me goosebumps,
Reminds me of closed doors,
My loud roar, the blood red floor.
Simultaneously of the roads I explore.
The unconditional love that my people pour.

The briny, restless waves,
Wets my pale feet
With inexplicable joy,
Through their early morning greet.

I sit.
I wonder.
I space out.
Looking in front, with all my doubts.
I find the infinite pathway.
Searching for peace, on the bay.

The pathways as intriguing
as the Egyptian caves.
Gives me the unconditional love
That I always crave.

I fiddle with my notebook
As the nightfall resides,
The sky gets darker,
I look up and lose myself
Between the stars
And my pain dies.

My eyes speak out to the moon
I do not want to leave anytime soon.
Looking back I see my wet pillow,
And the belly laughs.
Repressed rage and suppressed agony
Increasing in my life graph.

The worn out layers of mine,
I peel them off with time.
Thoughts continue to overlap,
As the waves sublime.

I lay down.
I wonder.
I zone out.
Feet wet, pain drained, soul lost.

Hence I say, Happiness given the least worth.
Thickly crowded healthcare centres
Heal physical wounds so well.
But the amount of mental scars,
Witnessed by the Earth.
Will make sure, human race fell apart.

Find your jollity, with high spirits.
It is still not late.
Let your mirror
reflect the ecstasy on your face.
Like, it seems to be the first time, till date.
You have to, want to,
take a break
From your “nine to five” monotonous days.