One-liner entry in your diary.
Which you believe,
would shape into a beautiful poetry.
But then a pause.
You don’t realize when you stuck with a brain fade.
Until you see,
that one line got underlined a few times.
Poor thing that you wrote.
Trapped into the quotes.
And double quotes.
Longer the pause,
loftier your fingers contribute in the attributes.
Your one-liner’s fantasy to become a poetry.
Gloomily, remains the same way.
Now dumping it into a do list and calling it a day.
Brain fade induced pause,
remained a pause.
And priority wins over poetry today.
Logophile's log 