Now a days

Now a days nothing is as before

Not only you keep your cell away, you keep your heart away from me .

Now a days nothing is the same , neither do you tell me what you eat, drink or when you sleep, nor ask me

Now a days nothing is same, I don’t send you songs nor do you ask for them at the end of a long and tiring day.

Now a days nothing is same you work and work and work on and on, and my days and nights seem to drag on and on and on

Now a days nothing is same you never say or message one word which conveys love, affection or passion and I type so many messages and then don’t send them , and if I do happen to send it , end up deleting it.

Now a days nothing is same, you are in a shell of your thoughts and memories and I can’t seem to penetrate into it .

Now a days nothing is the same, the more desperate and shriller I behave, the more you seem to recoil into a cocoon and refuse to come out

Now a days nothing is the same, the day meanders on and the night is spent tossing and turning

Now a days nothing is the same, my DP and my social media status are all images of my happiness , my sadness and loneliness submerged in the facade of buoyancy

Now a days nothing is the same , sarcasm and formal conversation seems to be the flavour of our communication, no more soul to soul talk.

Now a days nothing is the same, the paths I run or walk, the roads I drive all seem to be over crowded and bursting at the seams, but the only face which can give me some solace is nowhere in the swarming multitude .

Now a days nothing is the same, I go on with my life and you seem to be wrapped in your own world .

The more nothing seems like before, the more the same life continues , and of course it’s the same old story, truth usually is the same old story