Getting bored and what I did | Just the two of us.
Creative time-pass?
It was another attempt at deep work hours as usual. Sat down at the right environment and setting up the room along with the laptop with the things to be done in front of me. YouTube was calling, and I shall go, went is what I did, and so did my time for the day. After long hours of pseudo productivity and the regret of not being able to work, once again, and missing out on what I should have done alerting my brain, while simultaneously allowing YouTube to alter it, is crazy to me. I had all these thoughts and put an end to those bad hours after getting bored out of it, eventually.
Just the two of us
Drowned by thoughts and misery,
we met at the river.
Gentle is she,
as is her hair.
Un-wavery circumstances,
and bewildering pauses of distraction.
Famous shower of oh almighty watering us,
his decision.
Plants that weren't watered for long,
nor were us.
Holding her in the arms,
and facing bullets in the eyes,
Pronounced sadness,
and profound anger.
Fate was it,
to melt it afar.
Getting closer,
I made her stay,
Arms and shoulder at bay,
Handsome boy is in the sway,
Pretty baby that never fades away.
Beauty so formed never dies,
For the devotee, it won't.
I am the artist,
and she the art,
Paintings are unique
and copyrighted.
Told her I would be creative,
I wasn't so until now.
Not to lie of art,
But to promise art thou formed,
Is never incomplete.
It is quite a random emotional thought to write that often leads to me writing a poem, which is quite rare or comes occasionally which might take months. Yesterday was one such day. Yeah and did it out of boredom, here it is:
One thing is, everything is out of place when I write, and I love the randomness of it, and I hope you can enjoy it too. I wish I could write as a way of living. Maybe, I would, in the future. But for now, let these random outbursts of emotions be the motion that keeps me going. And for the ones reading this, I hope your day will lay out to be a ton of times better than mine was, on this day of writing, whoever you are.