The Procrastinating Researcher's Defence

While leaving my beloved dept.

Around the midnight hour

(With mostly forays inept

And a little new hope's flower

Which makes a day end good

For us who walk a seeker's way),

The slight summer rain imbued

In me a silly kind of inner joy.

For now there was a reason legit

To wait in an armchair's sway

(Oh ! how could I get wet a bit ?!)

Till the downpour clears away.

This procrastinator's indulgence

At times, we indulge in gleefully.

When absurdest cause provokes "rest"

"There was no other way, you see !"

Except the tireless workaholic

Who breathes and lives work.

Much Respect for his simple ethic.

Work in Joy, Joy in Work !

But, if I may seriously defend !

(Procrastinated word's as good as guilty)

Procrastination itself is not to blame.

Overdoing it is the obvious folly.

So, well defended, I was waiting away

Staring, lazying, worrying, writing ...

When the window silently whispered to me,

"My boy, it has long stopped raining."

What is a Curse but this !

The young men in a fast car,

Raring impatient to go

Under hot blood's warm flow,

Can't wait for the lady elder

crossing busy street slow.

The event over, her daughter,

Having more of life's clue,

(daughterly concern strife brewed)

shouts wisely, "Hey Showman there,

You'll one day grow old too !"

Under the sun's generous face

And crowd's anthill ways,

The monkey's open eyes

Upon this fleeting exchange say,

"What is a Curse but this !"

What is a curse but this ?

That, when stated plain,

Say the obvious fact once again.

Plain sufferance we can't out bargain,

Coated in fantasy in Disney movies

To make palatable for us men.

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PS : All our curses and our boons

Is just one life breathing away.

The wise man sees through soon,

we curse and bless like actors in play.

A Sad Piano Piece in a Cafe

What do you sing of there, fair Piano ?

Is it a lament for a close loving one ?

Your family's loving care back in town ?

Of your love who's far away gone ?

Or the futility of love's labor borne ?

Your sorrowful keys in sad tune

To which kind tree felled sadly down ?

To who kindly beast unkindly bound ?

To what people felling each other down ?

Or to people's largely uncaring ways now ?

Playing heart out your rendition

Of which sad story in our this heaven ?

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Note : at Stella's, C' Town, Ithaca

The Little Girl's Evening Walk

Eating an ice-cream with a single gaze,

in a pretty pink polka dress,

the other hand in grandma's care,

she walks as if nothing exists.