Imaginary characters

Sometimes the monotony of life is such

That I just keep drifting, without caring much

The never-wavering routine seems inane

My enthusiasm for life and work seems to wane

There is nothing I can actually “do” to switch things up

So I lean back on what reliably fills my cup-

I wake up my imagination, lying dormant

And snippets of stories I try to invent

When I see people I try to imagine how they live

And in the world I conjure, identities to them I give

Mostly I tuck such character descriptions in a corner of my mind

They are half-baked ideas to be retrieved when I find

The perfect story to write, hopefully one day

For now I just entertain myself privately this way..

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I have a confession to make here

Watching people and imagining their lives does appear

Intrusive to me at times, I wonder if people would feel

Gravely offended if their imaginary characters I revealed

Perhaps it is better that my ideas stay

In my mind, and never see the light of the day!