Boredom After Job

 It was 9 p.m. After using Facebook and YouTube, I picked up my third addiction, which was writing poetry or story. I was with coffee, thoughts, and music. After ten pages, I got only eight worthy lines for writing. You can call me a jobless writer or unemployed employee. At midnight, my mind again jangled about that fake BPO job suddenly where I wasted my 500 rupees as a registration fee. I hate that tainted world of call centers. I laughed in a quirky manner. That stellar night reminded me about Jennifer. She was like the moon among the stars. "It is not about ugly or beautiful, it is all about your dressing sense and fitness ", these words represent her attractive physique. She swindled many brave hearts. Let us not talk about the past. Where I was? Yes! , I was in the room. There was too much dirt, unwashed clothes, and scattered books. That music produced by pages, pen, and silence was explaining my woes. I was thinking while sleeping for writing. I was somehow pauperized by the phenomena of writing silly things; and unworthy ones. The night was equal to day for me. I was an unemployed tranquil being. That running star in the sky behaved like he was leaving his home or breaking his relations with the whole world. He passed through the moon very quickly like an angry lover. My eyes were disturbed, but agile. They were searching for something. My mind was a slave to my eyes as it was following the guidelines given by her. They both love each other. Mind was much more active with closed eyes. Even with closed eyes, the mind was able to think about wonderful imaginations. It was 3 a.m. Now, there was a harsh argument between the eyes and mind.

Mind: you are nothing without me.
Eyes: you can't feel anything without me.
Mind: oh! Really?
Eyes: you can imagine only about those things whichever I have seen.
Mind: this is this, that is this, this was that; everything was taught by me to you.
Eyes: but...
Mind: what?
Eyes: if I would have closed myself, you would never be able to know about those things.
Mind: seriously? Are you kidding me?
Eyes: without me, you can live only without your limited imaginations and perceptions.
Mind: if I would kill myself...
Eyes: if I ...
Mind: Blindsight!
Eyes: beautiful mind!
Mind: it's weird.
Eyes: I can see you, but you can't see me
Mind: you are a girl
Eyes: how!
Mind: a lover praises her lover's eyes
Eyes: didn't you hear about Valliant eyes of a Rebel
Mind: mind always win
Eyes: sharp eyes
Mind: let's close the topic like you.
Eyes: yes, far much better than an argument with you

An empty mind talks about shitty things and eyes accompany him. Life is all about anxieties. Be addicted to your intensity. After 3 hours, I slept. Woke again by an alarm after half an hour. Eyes were red because of sleeplessness. The sleepless night will remind you about a jobless knight. I don't think that I am unemployed. Actually, I am an employee at my thoughts. No, you are not getting any salary. I don't care about the world. Every single thought is scattered on pages. Am I an unemployed employee? Am I? No ! Why? Have you found a way to come out from this silly night story? I am a cent percent attendant on this blissful night. I am a liar. Yes, I am. I have written this story in the daytime as I had already told you before.

Let me add something again as I am jobless now 7th time, and in no mood to get any new job.