Cigarettes aren’t good,
For the body.
Neither is stress,
Nor much caffeine.
My books lie unfinished;
The clock ticks away.
Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Time runs away…
Days just blend,
Into each other..
As big spirals of smoke,
Float upwards and away…
The dishes are dirty,
I want some tea.
There aren’t any biscuits,
The milk can’s empty.
Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Time ticks away…
I still haven’t written,
A poem for today…
© Jay Kaushal
