Thursday 30 August 2007

Inertia

Work, work, work.
Is there nothing
in this world,
except work?
From an infant,
to a senescent,
everyone’s working.
Except me.

Why amn’t I working?
Let’s see.
I'm lazy.
I'm tired.
I’m sleepy.
I’m bored.
I’m…well,
full of excuses.
And absolutely no excuse
for giving an excuse.

Maybe the law of inertia
Is the only one I heed to.
Or else, why don’t Newton’s
Laws of action
propel me to activity?
Science, Psychology or Philosophy
Are too well explored to expose my mind.
It is still a space needing discovery.

Sunday 19 August 2007

Exasperation

I have work at hand.
My brain is storming,
Not with ideas,
But with excuses
of not getting on with it.

A bout of ennui,
once or twice, is fine.
But what of this permanent siesta
That the mind wants to enjoy?

External factors are prodding me to continue.
But how to go about doing
What the mind does not want to,
is the question.

Astrology,
the day’s predictions,
give no indications of a problem,
or its solution.
I look in vain to find either.
What’s this that is happening,
even without the knowledgeof my stars? Or the planets???