MADNESS

MADNESS
Talking to myself
And,
Talking nonchalantly
With my eyes
Shut off from the world
Trying to change
Strenuous days into
Sweet, sweet nights
Yes, I have been trying
Talking to myself
And trying to convey
Convey something to myself
Such is the loneliness
Is it surprising that
Such things happen?
Taking blank photographs
And
Trying to create faces in them
Yes, I have been trying
Talking to myself
Asking myself
Why in the days of drip-drop
Showers seem thirsty?
Why
Even as the fragrance floats
A slight depression pervades?
And
I am little tired
And angry with myself
Do you think I am mad?