But the other doesn't even bother
To shake my extended hand.
This one-sided affair that hangs
In air and fights for the divide
In my breath.
Introspection is a war waged
On chaos of my brain,
The clarity I've now is a stink of
A gutter after good rains.
The inevitability of the stench
Being dealt with the left hand on
My nose-
A usual day is my confused state,
Of sunshine and shade.
It's a lazy refuge, where..
I overthink about having coffee
With milk or just the black.
Only to end up having chai.
The inevitability of the stench
Being dealt with the left hand on
My nose-
A usual day is my confused state,
Of sunshine and shade.
It's a lazy refuge, where..
I overthink about having coffee
With milk or just the black.
Only to end up having chai.