Canvas White

I wait and wait for the inspiration to come,

the clock keeps ticking from autumn to autumn -

A canvas white, losing its bright.

The class I am in,

hands are messed with colors, unable to wash,

many paintings complete - to each his own a master piece.

The lure of hues wanting to spread out,

But I don’t dip in the brush,

mocking the daubs done by the crowd.

I wait and wait for the inspiration to come,

the clock keeps ticking from autumn to autumn –

Life - canvas white, losing its bright.

Enlightened, Enraged, Entertained and Exhausted

As my morning brush is chewed,
Babas preach abstinence
whose escapades last night I viewed.
Papers open up with reality so unreal
with tales of perverts inside the pulps of adverts.

Astrologers and market gurus predict,
with 95% confidence levels
and channels toss the outcomes for today's pending verdicts

Forenoon flys facebooked at work
Like to support
Like to contribute
Like to slap
Like to salute
Soon going to make lexicographers go out of work.

Lunch is shared,
with leaders whose apathy spared.
Who gets to hanged
and which player to be axed
Is the topic for post lunch seated relaxed.

Returning full with the worldly baggage,
I bathe in hours of domestic soap.
And to top it comes the holy cow,
Hawking over a dozen 'holier than thou'.

With my soul finishing this roller coaster,
I hit the sack pretty much faster.
For there is again a tomorrow,
To get enlightened, enraged, entertained and exhausted.