Meenas PoemsAnother day more
with the sun rise
and a sun set
work and sleep
intervened by happenings
could make you happy
would make yo unhappy
the day that was
the day that is
the day that would be
look more or less alike
but for the age
of you and of me
increases with a mark
a sag and a wrinkle
greying and a wobbling
as you walk towards the destination.
Sundays are never dull
as I have the day in full
I sit and stand then and there
I read and write when and where
I eat and drink as much as I can
I bathe and dry up without a ban
I sleep and dream many a time in the span
I lie in my bed under the big fan
that be how I spend the day
the day being none other than a Sunday.
Sitting upright
I feel alright
I stretch back
I feel the pain in the back
I lie down
I am totally down
I might sound unfamiliar
that be the most similar
as I suffer likewise
all these days otherwise
I would be asleep most of the day
all robust and gay.
Woke up in the morning
was up in the bed for a moment
slid back on the bed
dozed off for the rest of the morning
got up again in the early afternoon
stayed in the bed for a second
slid back on the bed
slept off the whole afternoon
evening came in a few hours
the sun was settling down
woke up again for the third time
sat up in the bed for a moment
slid back once more on the bed
was fast asleep the rest of the evening
hurriedly jumped out of the bed
ran to have a quick shower
dressed up and ran to the door
jogged down the aisle
drove the car in full speed
entered my office in a wink
I am working night this week.
Sleep eludes
It used to delude
now it escapes
it used to engulf
now it procrastinates
it used to hasten
now it is not the case
it was once in a chase
well, there is a difference
great and small in reference
I like to sleep now.
it eludes, I do not know.
The morning calls so often
makes me jittery
with eyes half open
get up hastily
stretch the hands lazily
pick up with a reluctance
speak with no indulgence
whoever it might be
having lost the glee
the sleep early in the morning
and a wake up with a yawning
keeps me in cheer the whole day
lost now by this untimely call.
untimeliness in any way
provokes a fury all day.
Part of the way
I went in a bus
with not many a person
a four or five altogether
absolutely no sound whatever
reclined and dozed off
the breeze lulled me to a siesta
past the town I had to get down
the fellow passengers had alighted
I was the one left out
the driver sped ahead
the bus entered the busiest town
had to slow down to negotiate
perspiring I woke up
found that I had travelled very far
straightened I in a hurry
ashamed of my carelessness
got down with an awkward smile
the driver cast a knowing glance
happens these things to me now
not once but in occasions more
reasons could be varied
I detest to examine 
as they are worth not a penny
It was an afternoon
with a sleep all too soon
sat on to work with accounts
went mostly wrong in all counts.
One, two, three I counted diligently
skipped the four inadvertently
added up the credit and debit together
could not tally both altogether.
To fight sleep with a power
I quickly had a shower
came I fresh on to my work again
settled into the pattern of gain.
Did I say gain? that be in a hurry
it was profit and loss both wary.
I fumbled and struggled totally
Accounts are never my ally.
Abandoning the accounts I slept
sound as ever in great depth
came the numbers one, two and three
enough to
nag me in a spree.
If sleep be the case
would descend in phase
with or without light
slumber folds one slight
when at work or at ease
it might sound a tease
sleep is also a mystic
when at travel or at static
sleep does connote
a long one in the note
where eternity is a float
while darkness enters
without any falter
ensuring a conclusion
endorsing a no return
a defe
nce of darkness
seems a cry in a wilderness.
The dull weather around
little sun and little warmth
very sultry at times
humid all through
calls for a walk around
Walk to the aisle
stand there for a moment
look across the garden
that seems duller still
leaves droop and grass dry.
Return to the patio
sit there with a book
peruse the pages
they appear dullest of all
push the book away .
Lie down on the bed
eyes stuck to the roof
a picture traverses the mind
very prosaic and uninteresting
slumber escapes in a way.
The dull I say
abounds and overwhelms
sadness descends slowly
know not why it happens?
an uneasiness prevails all day.
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