A Day...

Rise and shine!!! A new dawn is set to break,

Quickly off your Bed, Nine Hours of office are at stake…

Your Bread and Butter ain’t free any more,

So you better button up, ink your pen, for thy, Life-Book’s Page awaits…

With the blessings of mum, our hero leaves home in warrior ways,

Battling a cloud of sweeper exhausts’ aero-dust, dogging the barks of the territorial strays…

With hurried steps he moves towards the nearby bus stop,

Crossing The Lords house, he bows with a request for a good day’s-crop…

Beggar that Man is, he wastes no time to prove the point,

With a heaving breath, “I hope I ain’t late for my morning bus-ride”…

A sigh of relief with the sight of a formation of his travel-mates,

But as he nears, his fear has him begging again, “I hope my ride ain’t delayed”…

Joy is what every Man seeks,

Only to let it be drenched in a jiffy shower, ain’t that weak???

A plight of Man that even Lord might have failed to read,

Happiness is all they seek only to loose it to an ocean of endless need???

Soon he finds himself ridding in an over-crowded bus, passing busy Bombay streets,

Annoyed by honking machines puking smoke chocking him and all living breeds…

Like a rookie Tightrope artist, he struggled keeping his body-weight at balance,

But the wire is soon to break, more humanly soles barge-in with crushing wave’s nonchalance…

As if the crowd was just gasoline waiting to be set ablaze,

A spark and The Devils’ own recipe had soon started to be staged…

Conductor with no money-change and a passenger reluctant that he too had no alternate ways,

The public transporter soon transforming into a hatchery emitting tension rays…

To all others it hardly mattered and none bothered to help cool tempers,

Stops came; people boarded and alighted, all choosing to be just bystanders…

Even our hero less hero-like simply waited till it was his turn to de-board,

Feeling helpless he chooses to let the matter take its own course to erode…

A chase of monetary valued paper that defines our future,

Tension of loosing it molds our character,

Free-living to batter to Global Economy; transformation did make us more organized,

But this journey has also sadly made man less humanized…

Finally in the office a long day awaits him with rather routine work,

Wishful for a weekend, he quickly begins with his mailbox lurk…

Is his life a Greek myth of Sisyphus, at times he wonders???

Why Gods made such meaningless venture, at times he ponders???

Still at the end he feels content that blood gushes in his veins,

Having documented another day he moves on to unknown dreamy lanes…

The fascinating brain within seconds opens for him a boundless-world’s gate,

Another 6hrs of numbness and abstractness will soon have him a new Calendar-date…

Yet another day, yet another page,

With a day older experience, he will soon have a new world to gauge…

Rise and shine!!! A new dawn is set to break,

So you better button up, ink your pen, for thy, Life-Book’s Page awaits…