Dull-Hour

Something is missing. Sounds cliched, hackneyed, deja-vuish. Almost. Something is lying unattended in a corner of a small, silent room. Something that does not call out for help, but sits still. Eyes closed. Something is ticking away like a time-bomb gone defunct. Something has gone wrong. Hopelessly. Predictably. Something is sinking deep, in a brown, dirty rut. Something says life will not be the same again. Something says its angry. Red and arms-crossed. Take it or leave it. Its walking away now. I see it crawling on the road of life again. Wise, sad and dirty.