Dimmed by the hectic routine
I lay low on my bed…
But there’s this awaiting reverie routine
That the magic box plays as said….
First of all, there are these Impractical Jokers
With some hilarious and amusing com….
Which acts as the perfect opening
To F.R. I. E. N. D. S , a classical romcom….
There ain’t any Chilled beer
Ain’t there any grilled chicken….
Yet there’s this spice in Big bang theory
And In master chef’s kitchen….
Then comes the Game of Thrones
Which Chills even the soul behind the thread…
As pepper served ‘How I Met Your mother’
While surviving Amongst The Walking dead….
Even after the day’s sickness
I’m all high to smash the sad….
All thanks to the quirky Narcos
And the famous Breaking Bad….
When surround sound sound’s like flash
When the bass becomes Swift like arrow….
There comes a different feeling slash
An emotional outburst, like watching sherlock and Simpsons in a row….
Sleep becomes less meaningful
The routine reach its last phase….
Life seems to be more beautiful
Knowing tomorrow’s night is gonna be the same phrase….