Stagnant

Everything is stagnant;

How it reeks of lethargy,

How it pines for innovation.  

But as the monotony encapsulates

A lazy mind,

Any surge of change is yet to entwine-

If one is alienated by their own desires,

The body collapses into mental retire

The motionless body, the nihilist brain,

A lack of creativity and I go insane.

It’s time to dig oneself out the mire

And let a greater world transpire 

Reflection

An array of emotions

Controlled by my thumb

A miniature time capsule

In my power.

To structure,

Or to shuffle-

The sweet times and the sour.

I turn up the memories-

Really loud!

And they consume my

Mind in colour.

Then when the memory comes to

Halt-

The present seems much

Duller.

When I fill my ears

With what is no more,

A strangely soothing

Violence-

There is a song for

Every moment, every episode

Followed by an eerie

Silence

For sometimes: once is enough.