Ceiling,my companion

By Kavya P   

Stare stare stare-can't
Say what i think when i stare.
All the day i watch the ceiling,
although a lot of works queuing.
Ceiling is my companion ,that
conceals all my secret opinion.
Despite stealing all my time ,
deep scars evaporate with no pain.
Emotions rush from heart to my eyes,
expressing them is my only choice.
Sometimes ,tears roll upon,
some more times joy dances on.
I lay perhaps as a dead corpse.
Indeed ,life has no significance.
Staying in the bed all day and
Seeing the ceiling makes my day.

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