Costly Oma

1. It began with a call. And then, a journey, I embraced. Navigating through the floody lands of the South. My week began in hec. 2. Grinding through my work daily. Like a life glued to regiment. Early to rise and late to lay. My each hour was routinely taken. 3. Yeah, life could be quite some things. The side of problem-solving, I readily choose. Even if the pockets are not made fat by it. Solace, I often find in such services. 4. Five days of work nonstop. Dawned into another day of journey. A blood is saying I do. And my support, I shall render. 5. Like it wasn't enough. The journey took me through routes. Yet revealing the devastating effects of the flood. With almost or no mobile connections. 6. Like with every tunnel. A light there was, with a crown of flying colours. We know we must work to rest and rest to work. Now we rest, rest and to work again.

1. Like every other state. It has its way, that it does sprung. Slowly, and unconsciously it builds. 2. Like the day overtakes the night. And visa vis. Only a thin line separates it from another. 3. A state that begets, by the absence of engaging activity. Slowly over the mind it takes. 4. Birthing emotions. Emotions, giving way to cravings. From cravings to desires. 5. Then blessed are you. When someone of equal want's by you. Or woe otherwise. 6. In such states I was. And got intensified. When I called someone fine wine. 7. The man in me grew harder. As I engage with this person. Only in cyberspace. 8. Like a time bomb. In helpless obedient only to its time. Discharge I must. 9. What a feeling. That arises from a state. The state of ennui. 10. Indoors and alone, Without an engaging activity. Should be a desire or a refrain?