As Dreary As It Gets.... Poem by sumeet mehta

There it goes again

Another moment down the drain

Trapped in my throat

Of boring events it’s a chain



I wish to fly

And cry and run

Get out of this niche

Have some fun



Bt it’s just so messed up

Am married to the game

Fed up of my standards

It’s a rogue ego i am tryin to tame



I've walked a million miles

Ran a thousand marathons

Have won the race at times

Bt the battle is still on



Yeah i knw its life

This phase too shall be gone

But it’s a rut in making

And all emotions aching





The war has always been there

Foresaw martyrdom...bt damn its a snare

Cause i have no reason to lead

And thrz nobody to plead

It ain’t a person, or man

I guess they call it quicksand

Cause thrz no standing beneath

Just words r clutching my teeth



Yeah, so we all fall down

U'll say i keep calm and not frown

And tht it’s all just mind games

Tht i am drunk or gathering minutes of fame



Bt never mind, y shud u care

Life’s a war and all’s fare



.