MONOTONY

wading through my tears in search of a dry soil, whom i could inseminate with my gay thoughts. treading the long drawn out path perishes my optimism and leads me back to those pale thoughts. though i am out of those fluvial deposits, still my feet are soggy and sluggish. standing at those meanders and wondering where is my way? nowhere i could find any way out, again surrendering to those thoughts and sitting with them. striking out those same lines and walking over them again and again, till ad nausea , making my life MONOTONOUS.