It’s been many days that I have been feeling a lot of
discomfort. Discomfort, I feel not just because of the physical exhaustion or
the exertion due to extra work or odd timings at work. This discomfort is more psychological
in nature. I am feeling dull and low each single moment and nothing seems to
appeal me. The thing which I loved the most, my writing also fails to lift up
my mood. I am just like a blob of mass and nothing more. Each and everything
makes me feel irritated. The way I used to feel lively, a few weeks back, I feel
no more……….
Each single day, the sun rise,
But no more the new day appears to be a prize…
I don’t know for how long this night will stay,
I don’t know when I feel like a nice bright day……
Now even words run away from me …..
I do not know how destiny would agree……
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