Sounds of the rain droplets get increasingly irritating
as it is the only sound in this echoed room
but what is this sound? on my wrist
tick tock tick tock
the seconds reads
the hours count down as time passes away
no power
no energy
just darkness and plainness
the atmosphere is tasteless
counting down to another with a book
living in the moment with the inked words
pictorial images bringing alive a perspective
that make the world feel whole again
and for the first time
I worry not about the struggles
about the boredom of the times
I am stationary but I feel the world right in my palms
there's power in words only if you can tap into its true meaning