"Dull Box....."

Short days are painted in known ways,

Short nights are familiar delights,

Sparkling words in light and shade,

The lost wind seeks direction undismayed.

Swirls of dense clouds

Spinning round my face,

In the midst lies a shining star,

That I can trace.

Knowing am a flint,

Lying at some corner of a closed circumference,

I could see the rest of my life to glint.

The sun rises & sets,

The wind flows & goes,

My life retches,

As it stretches.

Failures flecked my life,

And I feel like cutting it short with a knife.

I lapsed quite in an inactive state,

When I realized that am a dull box,

That too obsolete.