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What bores you?

If you ask me what bores me

I’ve already been boring.

I’ve been bored by my own thoughts,

looping, rewinding, replaying…

sometimes I feel like the rewind button has been misused

and I can’t afford the extra time

to comb my hair in the morning.

Mirror smiles, says, you look handsome today

but even that gets old.

I wouldn’t be bored if Socrates walked in,

said, you are enlightened.

I wouldn’t rely on prophets either;

they’ve got their own shows running.

I get bored when people try to confuse me.

I’m already confused.

Romantic movies,

scripted attachment,

detachment becomes a luxury.

Even if someone comes

and says I love you,

I might run to the mountains

and shout their name

until the echoes are the only ones left listening,

and my heart hollow, like bamboo.

I’ve been here before.

People talking in loops,

repeating the same lines,

unless it’s a mantra,

I can’t take it.

Ramen noodles?

Seriously, because of my hair?

Fine. If that makes people happy,

I’ll endure the boredom.

Politics, celebrities, sports gossip, small talk

none of it cheers me anymore.

Boredom has become my compass,

pushing me to explore new corners

of thought, of silence, of myself.

Because maybe…..boredom

is not emptiness.

It’s the doorway.