A full day of meaningless words, the same
intention of good behaviour, dull
 
sometimes. Smile to smile, nod
to nod, nastiness to nastiness. Silence to silence. 
Desire to desire. There is a science 
 
in community things, the logic and the steps
to feel comfortable. A round ball
 
with no end. Laughing like a clan member and
cursing like a clan member. As confident
as a conscript. 
Though every face becomes the same in the
 
afternoon, perfect 
like a divine courtesy, hollow yet filled up to the
 
brim. You skid effortlessly. As though a black coin
on a carrom board coated with powdered ease 
and get pocketed every night in the endless pit.
But something else runs
 
parallelly in your body
and in your mind, not strategies neither a wish 
 
to win,
nor a skirmish, not a desire.
You just want to hide in the dark like an owl 
and sleep for the rest of the month.