Poems are hard to come by

Poems are hard to come by....
Hard it is, to sit back and write when duty buzz round the clock.
When mundane routine revolves around your spine.
To draw inspiration from a locked down world is indeed difficult. 

Poems are hard to come by...
Harder it is to compose verses. Verses that rhyme or those which are unrhymed.
It's actually tough to bring words together that make sense, when life itself doesn't . 
To articulate thoughts when minds is flooded already with enough to process.

Poems are hard to come by....
It's hard as bringing ideas into action. 
It's harder than quitting a habit. 

It's even harder than losing fat!

The harder you try, the harder it gets.

But hardest of all is to restrain from writing, when a poem does come by...!

The 3 A.M. drama

 You either perceive all at once or nothing at all.

Everything hurts or feels extremely blissful.

You turn utmost kind and greatful or you judge and do the envy thing.

You want to fly high and touch the moon or just hit bed and never get up.

You are bouncing with inspiration and possibilities or sinking into utter dismay. 

Casual words cut you deep or you remain indifferent to the entire happenings.

Your past fits perfect and future seems set or you are stacked with anxieties and regrets.

From next day you want to diet and detox but right now you crave for rich caffeine and extra cheese junk.

You wanna shop hard and lavishly spend or shed styles and become some simple saint.

This way, you relax your reins and let your mind and heart sing in unison , the glory of extreme emotions.

Because you know one thing for sure. That it will be morning again and all this 3 am drama will fade away....