Another day in the world


You’re off to another day in the world
With your suede shoes on
And unwashed ripped jeans
Your shirt has a coffee stain on it
But it is okay
Nobody is going to notice

And off you go into the world
With your bag on your shoulder
Your keys in the ignition
Lighting up your first smoke of the day
Isn’t it a funny routine?

How you walk through the parking lot
With an indifferent face
Smiling at the people you’re acquainted to
You light another smoke

And the day goes by
The sun goes down and you’re off
To a place you furnished to live in
Six months ago
When it seemed like the world was in your feet

A change you deemed would be good
It didn’t really turn out the way you planned
Sure, it has the comfort and solitude
But the walls suffocate you
And you feel like running towards the daylight

You come back
And open the door to your house
Trying hard to recall
Where you went wrong
In turning a house into a home

Or was it always the other way around?


About Bano

I’m trying to find a better introduction but since, I can’t? Hi! I’m an ordinary person and I write. I write not because there lies aspiration to be a writer someday but because, it keeps me sane. I love the color silver, black and grey. I also realize that they fall under the same color tone. Whatever, I write is a result of my 3 a.m blues or insomniac depressive tendencies. I can’t write during the day. I’m addicted to caffeine and well, anything and everything (if I like it). Also, I suck at conversations. I bite my nails. Most of the time I’m clueless about the world around me. I love politics and youth activism. People tell me that art and politics don’t belong in the same mind, but I’m passionate about both. One day I might be drawing on a canvas or writing a story and the very next day I will be heading off to attend a summit on the role of youth at the United Nations. I have multiple people trapped in the same body. Each side does try to express itself, in minimal ways if not fully. I’m currently going through a rough patch in life. I guess, I’m adjusting to the world through multiple perceptions. I absolutely love talking to myself because an expert opinion is always required. Most of the time, I just play scenarios in my mind that would never happen. I’m very contradictory in my thought process and actions but it is okay, people get to be what they want to be as long as no other soul is hurt. Peace out!

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