day. different Poetry

Is It Not Different?

it was a  different day

sitting all  through the day

idling the hours in a way

gazing at the  play

listening to talks all gay

eating in a limited way

with fatigue in the fray

that is how I spent the day

is it not a different way?sitting idle


Days Come And Go

Days come and go
but to me they come
but do not go easily’
putting me to workdays come and go
taking the most out of me
they never leave me alone
nor give a wink of rest.
I mean the mind
as well as the body
but the latter takes a break
by relaxing on a chair
sipping a cup of hot tea
while the mind keeps on thinking
never does it go on sight-seeing
but always deliberating and wondering
What is it all about?
Why should it keep me so occupied.
I do not know for sure
but have to go on with it
or else it would kill me
for being idle all the same.