Does it not exhaust you?
These random shells disguised as humans..
with eyes, blank as colorless skies….
on a Monday afternoon….
meaningless and identical questions ..
being thrown one after the other..
with no real purpose, reason or rhyme..
with names that sound different..
yet they all mean just the same…
nod of heads and the show of expanding eye balls…
with soul-less silly words…
spoken and forgotten in the same breath…
Shut it now..
this gaping hole in the soul..
this yearning to someday connect..
with a soul..a mind..a face thats worth a million stories…
the one that holds deep oceans in the eyes..
and make promises..
that pass the brutal tests of passing time..
Till then..
Does it not exhaust you…
Not even a little?
