DORMANCY..

Lying down on my bed,I look at the ceiling and think,
All the things are monotonous,unproductive and in vain,
no way out of the solitude,

the leisure turning into lethargy nearing to pain.
The pain of lying dormant,
the dormancy without solace.

There is no peace of mind,
everything else seems to be peaceful,
without any commotion

The purpose of this silence is unknown,
the reason is left untold,
I feel no curiosity,no intrusiveness.

Lying down on my bed, I look at the ceiling and think,
Will this end someday?
the immortality of the dormancy surrounding me,

can never end,
making my life unproductive,monotonous and in vain.