A poem written at 6 pm of a very long yesterday

Posted by Sudhakar Pandit on Wednesday May 16, @05:20PM

There are these moments when frustration builds up and incohorent thoughts nibble. meaning of life girlfriend is upset project deadline weekend plan

bus schedule change pending email washing clothes want a coffee table in a mess want to unwind

send photographs home credit card bill need a haircut have quit cigarette lost my tasklist get organised again dont crib said a friend an aphorism about pain

all almost usual occurences regular part and parcel but together are getting me and making me a i dont know what

so ?

so i am not in a good shape cant describe this thing i feel or i think i feel

cant point and blame though anything , anyone i know

no philosophy helps yet on familiar terrain feel like life is..well i dont know..dont want to think and fail and yet failed miserbly for cant stop an obstinate thought. dont know what started all this wish knew what can help me stop.

.....a sigh of relief spewed it out said what i had to say expression of a problem keeps the problem at bay

refreshing sanity at the end of a minute of madness can see a poem in the chaotic entangled mess

and i am done....