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Mind Game
by Ankur Garg
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  ...it is the time when we, interns, were busy being idle....!

At times I feel sick
of long day I have to spend
and no work, as such, to blend
simply being a couch-potato
all day I just sit
in front of the dead screen
punching the keys
making my limbs freeze.

At this point of life
I'm afraid to say
but my mind is in total affray
how can it be
that people around me
are all busy-bee
and only I am an
empty tree.
It is so agonizing
as I m simply
vegetating my life
cruising through time
like a sluggish knife
I know very well
that time gone
never comes back
still I m stuffing
my idleness,
my boredom'.!

Well said that
empty mind is devil's box
but why is all this
a part of my socks.
With only writing
being a succor for me,
I don't know
how to get free
from the tentacles
of this inactivity.

I think there's a tunnel
full of darkness,
ahead of me,
blocking my vision,
standing in my way,
like a stubborn child
tantalizing me,
like a bull-fighter,
every time when
I start my day's work.
Otherwise how come
My mates are living happily
And I m feeling the prick
Of this unabated-passivity.

August 22 ,2004
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