Four hours

It sounds insane, but I am not going to narrate a romantic story which might have happened in the four hours. Where two people have met coincidently and felt that they are meant for each other. It’s not a movie, It’s my story, story of getting bored in the four hours, not able to reach an end in any way. It’s all about the weird thoughts I got in those four hours, so let’s see what I have to tell about those four hours.

Delete and write, then again delete and write,

What I am up to and with whom do I have a fight,

Eyes are tired, but not with the work and screen flashlight,

They are tired with me, because I am so boring for them,

I don’t have any fun plan, not any amusable future sight,

The mind is trapped in seeing the same screen again and again,

But the evening is so beautiful and carrying the different shades of colors,

So the mind needs something else, maybe an evening along with a mild wind and rain,

Even the glass of wine, Is not able to get me a nice mood,

Giving some random thoughts, but all of them are so juvenile like the wine,

How could I suppose to move ahead with the time?

Even when I don’t know, what is inside them and what is mine,

One, two, three, I can see the clock which is running so fast,

Everything around me has something to do, and they are going away,

Then don’t know how to hold them back so they can last,

It’s been four hours, start and end are still at the same point,

Don’t know, my fingers are tired too, don’t want to write anymore,

It’s not enough, I can’t reach an end in this much time,

I need more, to begin something and to end something, to have something at my door.