Stranded in the midst of sleepy faces,
In this four walls with our dozing
trances.
I wish to be outside this lonely
place,
To be with my imagination once again.
Stranded in the midst of wandering
eyes,
In these four walls with our boredom
disguised.
I wish to be outside this lonely
place,
To be with my imagination once again.
Stranded in the midst of false
scribbling of notes,
In this four walls with our doodles
and caricatures.
I wish to be outside this lonely
place,
To be with my imagination once again.
But as I stare at the screened window
And clear blue sky,
I pondered and slowly realized.
In me boredom I’ve written a poem,
I was with my imagination all along.
