Do Not Disturb
Closing the door of my room, afar from the turbulence,
I try to be pacified.
The day has been rough again and I am yearning for serenity.
Chopin’s Nocturne piece in the background falling on deaf ears.
Closing the door of my room, in a remote corner,
I am defeated at not thinking about what went wrong at work, and i am soon engrossed with all that is specious in life.
The latter leaving with questions unanswered.
Making a genuine effort to be detached from unproductive thoughts and failing badly.
Closing the door of my room, aloof and beyond,
I realize seasons have changed rapidly.
The ‘idealistic me’ wishes for the dream to be fulfilled
And then captivated by my dream, I smile only in isolation!
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