Biding Time

Pages don’t turn anymore.

The books lay on shelves, abandoned.

They are begging to be opened, to be learnt

They are not touched.

There is no ink splattered on the desk.

No paint stains, no eraser dust.

In fact, the table looks brand new,

as though completely untouched.

It’s difficult to start journeys

Because we don’t know where to start.

So we lie upon our beds,

Wondering what to do next,

Making no moves.

It makes us guilty.

But we console ourselves

By saying we will busy ourselves later.

But it is stressful.

It makes us hope for a new beginning,

To rewind time, and have a fresh start

To do the things we dream of but cannot.

But where do we start?

We never know how to,

And then, we succumb to boredom.

Studying is hard. Writing, painting, working,


But we do not push ourselves,

Because we can always start tomorrow.

Tomorrow we can begin anew, dream to do more.

Tomorrow never comes.

Because we are waiting for a fresh start that does not arrive.

Author: Suditi Mukadam

Editor: Aryaa Shah

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