I struggle to focus,
Put on my ear phones,
Plug into one of the music apps.
My finger moves onto the meditation music tab,
I tap into “Sound of Birds”,
The electronic music floods my ears,
But hardly overpowering the cacophony of
Fan blades whirring above.
I look out of the window,
Thinking the blue sky would,
Give me some solace,
But alas , that too seems sombre,
The bright sunny morning has give away,
To an overcast afternoon.
The search for inspiration has hit,
A road block today.
Should I read something humorous,
Or listen to some old romantic melodies,
rather take a ” cat-nap”,
Or put on my favourite sandals,and take a walk across the street,
Flip-flopping and tip-toeing ,
Avoiding the dog-poops and bird droppings..
How I desire to lie on the ice cold stone bench,
Under the slender tree springing in a purple hue,
Just like the wizened old man,
Who I oft see take his mid – day siesta,
Oblivious of brooding pigeons
And gangs of dogs lumbering around.
His peaceful visage,
probably dreaming in Black’ n White,
Is what I take back,
As I trod back home….
Probably I have found my
“Inspiration” for the day…