R⟴UTINE..

ROUTINE..

The unwelcomed early rays

Of sun hit in to light the room

Perfectly blank mind woke

For the sake of self

With brush and paste that poke

On my miasmic dark hollow

And letting water to kiss my face

Went to a shower that follow

Gulping some drink

Grabbing breads and plates to stink

Got set to run my way

To the regular spot

Meeting my fellow space

Dullsville but should start

At times in compulsion

At times in confusion

Many times in nothingness

Never in cheerfulness

The regular what abouts

Files promotions and selfless bows

Hard to stay entangled

For others me as an achiever

So I quit it

And let ardor got lit

Playing brisk and complete

Giving it a good sweep

Finding my soul on heights

Handful of happy contents

Feeling the secret of life

Standing in less wealthy side

It never blighted

Also found my purpose sorted

Then again my body felt burnt

Just to know what

My routine dreams meant

And me going against it

It’s not my first

Neither would be my last…