absurdity of living life.
not everything makes sense
Another day,
world's same, yet again.
Chaotic blues, mystical puddles, uncertain grudges and what not.
Another day, but you.
witless jokes, undivided attentions.
Hopeless romantic, long list of traits.
Silly dances, midnight tragedies.
3A.M. cringes, spider webs.
Unread library, and adding new books.
Old books, and earthy smells.
Fictional characters, melodramatic heartbreaks.
Hearty assurance, and 5 _6 calls away.
Awkward situations, and battling giggles.
Lazy summer days, and busy bees.
Dewy weekend mornings, and piled up laundries.
Friday afternoons, and plotless movies.
Heavy rainfalls, and bluesy jazz.
Hot coffee, and navy cardigan.
Long snowy winter, and mint ice cream.
Mirrors, and making faces.
Curiosity, and un-killed cat.
String of hearts, by the windows, facing south.
Early mornings, and scrolling internet memes.
Endless discussion, and clueless soul.
Perhaps, absurdity of living life.
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Supriya limbu
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