Tired ! Tired I am , of being responsible.
Tired if being mechanical, Tired of actions,
Tired of doing things I never wanted to ,
Tired of pleasing, Tired of situations and their consequences , but ,not tired of life .
I am not tired of going back to,
Not tired of going back home to us,
Not tired of sleeping with you, not tired of your smell , not even tired of your tired forlorn face,,not tired of being a part of your life.
Not tired of your solace which speaks a lot as a matter of fact that speaks a lot .
That messy face and that messy bun you make while you wake up holding your clip between your teeth and tying it up before you’re up for the shower with just a glace left at my so sleeping face…
Your “wake up you’re late face” when you’re at the verge if leaving for office,
Not tired of your calls in between like ” I was wondering what to have for lunch/ are we eating out for dinner there’s nothing to cook ”
Your lazy Sundays when you kick me out of the bed and ask me ” your turn to open the door ” ,
I’m not tired of buying groceries anymore ,
Not tired of forgetting our anniversaries , and your grumpy face .
Not tired of waiting at the parking lot down your office , waiting for your ” it’s an important meeting ” to end .
Waiting for you to through your heels after your drunk at the pub .not tired of being there to hold your hair while you make the comode so much comfortable to throw up while you’re drunk …..
Not tired at all…. as I say ….
Not tired of you singing wrong lyrics you sing in the shower and I laugh or smirk …
Not tired of you forgetting the towel …
Not tired of you always asking for 5 minutes to change before going out …
Not tired of you picking me up When I say I’m not feeling sleepy …
Not tired when you play kishore and rafi or worse get my guitar when you see me off ties…
I’m not tired of you fixing my collar and my tucked up shirts as I leave ….
Not tired of snorting like a pig right next to me….
Not tired when you’re on your second day of period and whine about why I didn’t buy you that Belgian chocolate ice cream last summer….
I love it…. when I’m not so tired of removing the hair strands falling on your face when you were making that Apple pie for me and you had your hands dirty….
I’m not tired of life….
Hi….life…. now so I am not tired… coffee ?!