Running gag

There are days

and nights

so lonely

that something

as weird as coughing

seems like laughing.

A sort

of some stand-up comedy

of the organs

with certain internal jokes

doing rounds.

Jokes one can’t resist

but guffaw – or retch

at times.

 

Rest of the days,

one feels lost, dazed

in the maze

of offices, people, things –

waiting for people . . .

No …

 

One wishes for the jokes to continue.