CEASELESS MAYHEM

Sometimes it's a silent chaos

Casual tete-a-tete feels like a burden,

Carrying a conversation is just too excess

All that my body demands is to sleep into oblivion,


The other times it is a roaring ruckus  

The concept of shutting up feels alien,

 Oversharing, overhelping, look like the only ways to form a nexus

All that you need to do is nod, smile and cross question

And i would serve my life on a platter tied with red ribbons,


The rest of the times it is just anger at my action

Will I find a middle ground in my doings,

Could there be an attenuation?

In the verbal diarrhoea that my mouth pukes 

Or the famished desert that wants a little attention.

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