POETRY
Whispers of the Deserted Mind || Routine
A spoken word poem
A routine is formed I come home shrouded in the desertedness of my mind longing for you like a lost person longs for water in the desert
Though I am not physically deserted but people around me are not getting registered
In my head I found the attention of mine solely focused on you and only you
Life has taken such a sudden turn where I feel like the control of steering is devoid from me
I used to be my driving force but the torque you have generated in my consciousness is the one driving my thoughts but hopefully not my actions
I don’t want to come across as some desperate I just want your attention nothing else, nothing else or is it too much of something to ask
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Hi, I am Tarun Gupta, and I write about many things, but I enjoy writing poetry, life lessons, and fiction the most. You can find all my posts here in this index.