I haven’t rested in a while
Frozen in the expression of lassitude
Daunted by thoughts of endless toil
That occupy my solitude
A joyless haze of laissez-faire
Has settled so deep within my sinews
That a fledgling thought of raison d’être
Sends me hurtling down the icy blues
I now muse in silent interludes
The what-ifs have all but passed me by
And yet, for idle thoughts are idle not,
A weary passenger can still try
– Akanksha Gupta (poem)
The state of being idle
Is ideal in itself
Unreactive to any situation
Unresponsive to any request
Completely inert
And inertly happy within itself
To have not
Awakens a hunger
To have
Awakens more yet
To be oblivious to simply having
Rouses no regrets
To Not to be
Incites a longing
To be
Stirs up a hornet’s nest
Yet being oblivious to the question
Yields no such desire for success
That having said,
A sorrowful success
Beams
Remorselessly at idle beings
For, to have not oscillated
Between any two extremes,
Lulls into a sense of complacency,
Where, all is not what seams to seem –
The seams between experiences
Are not stitched flawlessly,
But are absent
Because they are unnecessary,
After all,
Gaping chasms are inert
And collapse unto themselves
Soundlessly
– Akanksha Gupta
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