Wake me up...

The unsung melodies drowse me to sleep...
The rotten scripts of yesterdays are no more deep..
The value adds sound important no more..
The non-value adds arent fun any more...

The gods directions are now just a weep...
The inner strengths are just voices like a beep...
The dreams and inspirations i no longer adore..
The documented destiny has just become a unsold book in bookstore..

Glorious sound of marches are now just a cheep..
The procrastination is all that i now reap...
The immortality is now just a word of decor...
The purity of thought is now just an extempore..

Wake me up from my knees as i weep...
The sense of directions have vanished even if i peep...
The seasons have eaten my soul as i overbore...
The heart seem to be filled with pain in galore...

Wake me up from my knees as i weep...
Wake me up from my knees as i weep...

Nidhish P Kavinnamannil