As I get lost in this darkness,
Craving for that fondness.
Without the guidance of the light,
Dwindling all hopes out of sight.
Living is so hard without electricity,
Invoking so much of disgust and pity.
Addicted to the plethora of electric goods,
Without them, like a kid lost in woods.
No internet , No music , No 'air' ,
Just lying on the bed with a blank stare.
In this period of power-cuts ,
Getting lost in the maze of ifs and buts.
Craving for that fondness.
Without the guidance of the light,
Dwindling all hopes out of sight.
Living is so hard without electricity,
Invoking so much of disgust and pity.
Addicted to the plethora of electric goods,
Without them, like a kid lost in woods.
No internet , No music , No 'air' ,
Just lying on the bed with a blank stare.
In this period of power-cuts ,
Getting lost in the maze of ifs and buts.
this jus defines u.. Mr. Addicted :P
ReplyDeleteI truly hate it when the power goes out. We're simply not equipped to live as humans once did. Whether we're spoiled or we've been designed out of the equation, life stops and we're left lying around staring at the ceiling wondering how people can live without it. Well written with good use of rhyme. Gay
ReplyDeleteyou know if i still had the net, i would not mind the loss of power and the stillness of the darkness...nice rhyme...
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more. but then in past power failures I have learned to read the old fashioned way, but flickering light of coal oil lamp :) and to go to bed early lol
ReplyDeletewell, done
ReplyDeleteGreat poem !
ReplyDeleteJL&B
Oh man, life without the internet. I forgot those primeval days. :D
ReplyDeleteplayfully beautiful.
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