I am not at leisure,
Work piled over my head,
My anxiety above any measure.
Fear of the deadline lay ahead.

As if a road blocked by a rock,
I am hindered by an urge to get casual.
Time ticks away on the clock,
But my body gives no approval.

I lay on bed, for minuteless moments.
My gaze wandering over walls.
I feel caged by an latent lament.
I don't respond when my mind calls.

I glance under the tubelight,
Magnified, saw two spiders fight,
With all strength and might,
Entangled in webs gleaming at night.

The reason is yet unknown.
Must be some mutual disagreement.
Or thirst for the throne.
I find myself unable to comment.

I feel consciously unconscious.
My soul so frail to act upon,
Unwilling for something tedious.
from which all interest has gone.

As if searching for pole star,
I search a source of spark.
Which brings back my soul which has drifted far.
And lights a lamp in my world so dark.

© ShriMukh