What a dreary existence I must lead
two and a half-hours every day on a bus ride
which is something in Life I don’t need
when you’re all alone with nothing to confide

These are the inevitable things in life
staring out the fogged up Intrakota window
thinkin’ about how its been ages your class ended at five
staring at empty faces and an abysmal hole

Everyday I’ve been staring out the Cityliner
to see the evening sky and its contrasting hue
against the superimposed adjacent Twin Tower
never marveling at the sight but only feelin’ blue

At times I’m rubbin’ shoulders with many an unknown stranger
packed in this blasted bus like a tin of sardine
the time to reach my destination seems longer
it feels like then the sanity of my mind I’m losin’

It feels extremely cold on a rainy day
and the air-con doesn’t work when the weather’s hot
If only goin’ back to my house there’s another way
Among these choices, takin’ the bus I rather not

The routine makes this a perpetual torture
but hope springs eternal that this will all end
Till that day arrives, in me courage I shall gather
as I watch the motion of my watch’s second hand

Dim lights and sunny mornings
The blinds are closed without a final warning
Wrapped in the sudden warm hue
Of tranquility of yesterday’s morning dew

The urge to pump oneself with caffeine
To kill the day otherwise mundane
The urge to reek oneself with smoke
Till your lungs are congested and choked

Sometimes emptiness is self-destruction
And loneliness is self-discrimination
But let it bleed and bleed and bleed
Till the day is gone and the wound is deep

No peace you shall find
In the day and love unkind.