Don’t know from where this thought came,
It may be shit, it may be lame,
This is my story of disgrace and shame.
Lost my love, lost my job,
Became the part of ordinary mob,
Life is now piercing me like a pin,
Realizing now the shit I am in.
This nomadic life and home no more,
The only place of solace is the office floor,
This bone chilling cold is getting me crucified,
The green blanket, my only hope to survive.
Tiredness and exhaustion filled to my core,
Morning nine to six, then night eight to four,
Can even remember seeing the setting sun,
Neither the last time had I had fun.
Can’t even imagine what happened, why I am so,
Lean, thin, weak and blood pressure so low,
Life is now on the edge,
As thin as walking on a knife wedge.
No soothing words, no one to utter,
Life in pieces, life in clutter,
I am lonely, I have none,
Family unhappy after mother’s gone.
You are my faith, love you dad,
But situations are driving me mad,
I am fu*ked up, no options other,
I can’t anymore play the role of mother.
Infosys gone and shallow is my hope,
I don’t know how the fu*k do I cope,
Emotions are drying and I am giving a damn fu*k,
In the middle of life, I am just stuck…