Never Ending Hustle

By Gautami Vyas

My mind is hustling since a while,

It's taking seconds to cover miles.

Sleep has almost become a stranger,

It is resulting in an all-day long anger.

The clouds of thoughts hover around the neurons,

And it doesn't stop raining from dusk to dawn.

This heart has lost its feelings,

Nowadays its nothing but a pumping machine.

The iris somehow got rid of all its glory,

It's all dry now, as it is tired, rinsing so frequently.

This situation was known by very few,

Luckily, they could always take me out of the blue.

By Gautami Vyas