Dead

The longing is dead

Dead is the innocence

The passion is dead

Dead is the future

A hollowness creeps inside

As the poison slowly kills me.

Tragically,

Beautifully.

Voluntary Motion

You might think this is crazy. Nevertheless...here goes.

How does one define boredom? I would define it as the unwillingness of absolutely any voluntary motion. To explain, the human body has involuntary functions, like blinking, breathing and the heartbeat which occur beyond our will, and voluntary functions like what we see, taste, move, etc. I tried to test my level of boredom today, it was amazing. Boredom has a tendency to creep into our mind and our actions. Most often we try to shrug it off like a cat or a dog which flicks its ear when a fly lands on it, and slowly try to get back to work.

But now I let it creep into me. It was a weird feeling. I was sitting on my bed with washed clothes all around, pending to be folded and stacked. With great difficulty I put my feet on the floor, but by then the boredom had seeped in so rapidly that my muscles grew increasingly stiffer and eventually my feet, my neck and finally my hands, which normally is the most mobile part of the body, froze right in front of my eyes. I had just completely lost the will for any voluntary movement. I couldn't turn my head. Even moving a finger or shutting my eyelids forcibly seemed impossible. I was neither scared, nor was I shaking. In fact not a single thought was running through my mind. Blank. 

And there lay an amazing paradox. I can't really call this a feeling because I wasn't even feeling anything. What surprises me is how I drew this conclusion, when I wasn't even able to think anything at that moment.