Dull, dreary and drab was the morning,

Like an old, winding, black and white film…..

Head spinning with Monday Blues,

Tipsy with the hangover of Old Monk,

The overriding thought was to skip office,

Akin to when I was a mischievous schoolboy,

Always feigning for a holiday on a rainy day,

In the days of yore, which just rushed past,

Too fast- many a times I commiserate,

Never to return again, and today,

All that one can do is to scramble,

And try to accumulate, in some desperation,

A fast dissipating fragrance of priceless memories…..

In the midst of this head splitting mayhem,

My mind feels as if horses are bolting from their stables,

My knees begin to give way,

Even as my palms get moist….

To get over this rapidly overcoming gloom,

I make a Herculean effort,

To garner all the strength which I can manage,

To rein in the Blues, and reach office,

At that point in time, seeming no less dull or dreary than the morning itself,

And throw my ample body in the sarkari chair, of vintage old,

Which moans from all corners under my immense weight,

Even as I sprawl like a slothful bear, on the branch of a tree………..

To allow some life giving Sunlight to come in,

I lift the thick drapes from the windows,

And ‘Luck by chance’

Am blessed to see a spectacular display of nature’s bounty,

As a spectrum of flowers, in fresh bloom,

-Blue, pink, violet, white, yellow-

Sparkle as a rainbow, after a spell of heavy monsoon shower,

Infused are they, with an ability to lift the drooping human spirit,

Like a group of sparrows, which, when they act together,

Have the power in their tiny wings, to fly off with the bird catcher’s net,

And so, the web of lethargy infecting my thoughts is cleared,

Rendering me free to extend the limits of my imagination,

Creativity and thoughts, to the farthest corners of the Universe…..……