Wake up groggy;
Pull the curtains;
Let the darkness prevail.
Light up a ciggy;
Take the smoke in deep;
Make a peg and drink it at one shot.
Make coffee and down it at 2 am.
Sit and stare at that blank piece of paper.
You want to say something;
There is a lot to say.
Yet, strangely enough nothing comes out.
Hold that brush and stare at that canvas;
Your palette was once yellow;
Now it is shades of black and blue.
Sit at the bus stop;
Stare at people pass by;
Their hurry is mockery.
You know, as well as them that it is all for nothing.
I’m fine- the biggest lie you ever told;
They ask— what plans for tomorrow?
Hell, do you know what today holds?
Go about your chores mechanically.
Don’t think. After all do plans ever work out?
Songs in the minor scale are now your silent jam.
Darkness is your cloth of choice-
It doesn’t ask questions, it understands.
These days all you want is for someone to come along
And say to you—
It’s okay. You are allowed to feel this way;
Sleep if you must, take the smoke in;
Don’t think, just rejoice in the silence.
There will come a fresh dawn
When your palette will become yellow;
When the light will be an honest break;
When uncertainties will turn into certainties;
When laughter will come back;
When you will know why.
Give it time.
This too shall pass.