I was born in Delhi in a house of brick and mortar perfectly cemented,
It is a pretty house with all that i would need but not everything i wanted.
As a child, answer to the question "where do you live" was a straightforward pin code and a street number,
But as i grew up the very question started to pinch me and made me wonder.
For the naked eye i seemed to be living in the same house with same old fragrance,
But a wise man or a nosy relative or a drunk pseudo - philosopher friend could see Comfort Zone was my new correspondence address with only what i thought or deemed fit to exist, different from my residence.
I don't know when and i wouldn't know how i built that Goddamned comfort zone brick by brick,
but it definitely was one hell of a place i could not escape no matter whatever was the trick.
I don't know if I lived in it or it fed on my lack of ambition in life,
But Boy could I ever even imagine to do anything that i could not bring back to my home called comfort zone which was nothing less than a possessive evil wife .
Anything with a surname like "New" or "Different" or "Unusual" was not just UN - invited but also UN -attended ,
Oh You cruel comfort zone you never let me meet strangers or do anything new, i am sorry are you my some useless jealous husband ?
I wonder now who gave this hell of a place its name, comfort zone ain't too comfortable if u ask me through,
I ain't comfortable seeing a new dream, i ain't comfortable executing a new routine and i am exhaustingly uncomfortable even considering a different point of view
Every weekend I sit in my comfort zone like its some shitty dungeon`except for a comfortable couch and wifi connectivity
I surf interesting locations, better career opportunities, quarter packages of gym and as battery of my laptop begins to die I flush all "inter-comfort zone" thoughts with a cola and burp obviously not so pretty.
I have come to realize through the context of this poem, that i should conclude it with some noble thought or some quick fix to evade from this evil comfort zone,
But Alas the mistress doesn't let go of its prey, thus any inspiring or motivating quote holds no place in a comfort zone this old. 2 minutes of mourn!
