Stagnant Sea

A slow death you die

When to yourself you lie

Day by day you begin to lose

By wrong priorities you choose

Time slips away like sand

From your sweaty hand 

Regret becomes your consort

With to-do lists left to sort

You stay awake all night

Pondering how to get alright

A stupor strangles your day 

Keeping all calmness at bay 

Waves of worry wash ashore

As you struggle to do a chore

Every moment is a torment 

Every act becomes a lament 

An Ode to Running

Running helps me clear my mind

From the chaotic clutter of daily grind

It takes me towards a better state

Devoid of any regret, grief or hate

It shows me the pleasures in pain

Like the desert's unexpected rain

It silences the questions and doubts

Emerging in my mind's whereabouts

It teleports me to a heaven of hope

Where inspiration is the only dope

It frees from the cage of comfort zone

With a zingy zest to have my body hone

It fills me with a sense of satisfaction

To my wandering life, it adds traction

It provides me with means to defeat

All the ambrosia that I eternally eat

It gives me a kaleidoscope for seeing

One of the prime purposes of my being.