Life, in the living

Scribbles on paper,
dozens of broken pencils,
empty glasses of vitamin supplements,
all watching, in commiseration.

Calendar flips, slips hastily,
like it never does.

Moving from January,
stops in April;
time walks towards, no delay,
lays tensity along its path.

Tension stirs in mind,
mind in conflicts,chaotic,
mixed into thoughts,
till blurs of words
into nothing.

Nothing, but urges.

Colours is dingy,
patched with old, washed
grays and blues.

Melody sings flat,
paved with dry, deadly
mourns and aches.

Sun glares and fades,
seeds grows and fruits;
living the day,
walking the lines;
side passing life.

Life, in the living.

P.S my exams are finally over :)