Another Wasted Holiday

Hungover eyes, by sunlight pried apart,

Completed sleep; yeah, a good start.

Brushing the teeth, lemme see the match,

Sachin hits a few, then gives up a catch.

Why take a bath, what’s for lunch honey?

This Sunday editorial, the guy’s quite funny.

Yes child, lets play for a while,

My wilting soul needs, the drench of your smile.

And music – my mind sure deserves its treats,

vacationing let it swim, in the rivulets of the beats.

The movies are dull, lets go to the mall,

The dull thud of life, has my wife on the wall.

Finally, type a few words, but not so sweet,

Not the story of my life, but only a tweet.

I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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One comment on “Another Wasted Holiday
  1. umashankar says:

    Doc, you are a tender soul. I quite like the way you write. Your prose, your humour and your poems. The guilty cigarette puffs and hung over holidays. A nice score, again.

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