Aargh.

Aargh.

It sucks big time to hear the same thing all over again.

I am bored of being stuck in the same old routine

It puzzles me as to what do people address as routine

I am pretty confident that my memory and logic serve right

Everything in this world can be nothing apart from routine

Right from breating air, eating food, having sex, relieving self

just about everything under the sun falls under routine

Then why complain? Why go insane on such a thing simple

Well, let me accept this argument for a moment

I get to hear that one would want to do a thing different

My memory and logic fail me if i try fall in this line of thought

What exactly does fall in this spectre of being different

I fail to understand and I am amazingly happy being so

Angel in Red

The reluctant soul that is to show up in a mob

with great despise for any semblance of chaos

and endless love for the serene ambiance

that has been made home existent anywhere

Dragged into the din with no conern to protest

on a day that seemed lovely and joyous to begin

and being irked by the reckless pandemonium

until the form of an angel in red walked into sight

Reluctance, heistance supplanted byinfatuation

the soul lost itself to the grace that of the angel

Enamored by the air around the one in red

the fragarance turning the naive one amorous