Okay, so this is one of the ripple effects of boredom.
Realised I enjoy writing poems when less busy or bored (my newly discovered hobby)
So boredom crept in again today and this was the outcome..


........... Rhythms of a resounding day............

Sitting out all alone at bay
Listening to the rhythms of a resounding day
Thinking, when will I ever get the feel of the galaxies ray
I guess being a psychic introvert has it's own dismay

A life of loneliness and solitary is what I wouldn't wish on my foes
Keeping it all to yourself not minding the content of the Devil's dome
And then tiny little rain drops hitting on you like they were hailstones
Blinking into existence an endless cycle of reclusion on a fragile soul

I, wondering if life as an extrovert would have been more fun
Without this 100 storey walls erected in my heart like it were pandoras box
Always having someone somewhere to talk to without running into bad lucks
Or just damning all consequences and jumping of a chopper like the Rock

Now I really wanna wake up from this life drama of social blockade
Rising into the night sky free from worries and bottled feelings like the green hokage
Then the dew of the sunrise sets upon my forehead like those of the ice age
With a mystical babe registering a kiss on my wet lips for all days
Oh petty fantasies of an introverted sage

Wow! This Is Awesome! With Nice Rhymes By A Talented Poet.Keep It Up.

VictorJoshua:
Wow! This Is Awesome! With Nice Rhymes By A Talented Poet.Keep It Up.

Thanks

Divay22:

Seriously??
Just that emoji?