Raindrops on a Windowpane….
Coffee , books and no complains..
India loosing its cricket match..
Still i sit and watch..
Jobless mind makes up rhyme..
Anything it says to kill sweet time..
As i type in hopeless despair..
I wonder who online has time to spare..
For this poem has no meaning..
No true end and no beginning..
Its just like a teen movie..
no reason, but kinda groovy..
If u read my poem down all this way..
It is not a total waste of another good day..
At that thought i take heart..
And with a sense of satisfaction i depart..