I twisted the knob of the radio
“Hit me up with the sad songs.” I said.
After an ad about the latest 3BHK flats
And an update about an upcoming soap serial,
They finally hit a tune that
Resonated with my heart and head.
This is where they say
That margins lie inside of us
That we rouse the decay
Of which we’re so afraid of.
I sigh, and let it play.
Whilst humdrums of the day,
That grey cab ride to office,
The way you said you’re getting bored with the sight of my dull eyes,
The way I shook my head and smiled,
Flashed before those very eyes.
I sometimes live in shadows
Of my own creation.
I don’t need saving,
I don’t need a vacation.
All I want is a little home cooked pop corn
With an overdose of cynicism and a sip of boredom,
Optimism can knock on my door tomorrow.
If it’s lucky,
I’ll open up.