The Post Lunch Slump

It is a glimpse of an average work day of most Indian working population enduring a most uninspiring job that is driven more out of necessity than choice..

The The     post       lun c h           sl u m p...zz…z.z.

 

The brisk trot  s l o w i n g    i n t o  a   l o p e

 

The sheepish smirk after the satisfied burp from a table d’hôte

 

D r o o p i n g    i n t o  a   f r o w n   o f   s l u gg i s h n es s

 

As though fettered to an anchor each step experiences

 

A n   i n c r e a s i n g     d e g r ee         o f      h  ea    v i n e   ss

 

A s   I    c r u t c h        o v e r        t o       m y      3 by 3   c u b e

 

A n d      s l o u c h     o n t o      t h e     p l u sh     l e a th er

R e s t   m y   h e a d  on    my      e l b o w;

Oh no..It has           s l id         a g a  in       as     I f          s me  ar ed         wi th      lu be

Dejected I seek succor on the hard table

Alas! it  fails   too   in      its         g uise     as         a      pil lo w.

Wish I could roll under it instead and have a nice nap

How I long for the softness of my bed

The cuddly pillow squishing under my weary head

The whirring fan playing a gentle lullaby:

Into the arms of sleep; lo I serenade

But then I get out of it with a snap

Lest my boss should catch me snoring

Ah!      It      is       so          boring

That   day in      a nd day       out   I          c ontin ue           doz   ing

The same old faces, the prolix         work       bulldozing

When what the mind needs is to get itself lightened

But fails wretchedly to get enlightened

Of the paths out of this impasse

But alas! They all turn out to be dead en masse

Scaring me lest I become blasé of the sinecure

This makes me even more insecure.

No! I ought not to lose hope

As it is the only dope that can shake me out of this mope

The cobwebs of complacency have to be won over

The mind pulled out of this torpor

For my dreams are still luring enough

And to rebuff the greed for them still very tough

As the night is darkest just before the dawn

It is time to lay the dream-spawn

To set sail anew,

And pursue what’s my due.

 

Reviews

[Bhargavi]

I generally use lots of imagery in my poems and you can see some in this one too. I have also tried to create a visual effect with the help of the physical appearance of the way the pom has been presented. I hope you appreciate it all together..

[Antonio Valentino]

reallyyy enjoyed this immensely... i currently love my job, but i can relate with not wanting to be somewhere very much...

enjoyed you unique style.. I'm looking forward to delving deeper into your feelings...

Very well done.
Antonio xx