Confessions of a PhD Scholar

you sleep, quite a lot
you forget what all was taught

the dramatic emotions ever ready to pop
is this a masala film plot?

the papers fly in the air
you want to but you still don't care

the tea is cold, the fourth of the day
ideas are old, freshness seems to act a little fray

you need a chair, a blanket and your worn out notebook
scribble scribble, crossout and make new points to look

as if the drama wasn't enough, the outer agents seem to shout
you go numb, with empty eyes you look above and only pout

question the unquestioned, think the unthinkable and cry
oh you failed? don't worry, you will have to try retry and try

is this a dead end? or am i missing a major turn
till you get buttery masala script, all you do is churn churn churn!