Afternoon

Oh, summers, you bring Lotus Eaters in our realms,

The undoing of toil, putting aside turmoil,

The peaceful slumber, vacuous mind,

Putting a halt to the daily grind.

Everyday afternoons,

In the speck of time, a boon.

Maybe read a book or stare at the void,

Navigating through the Android,

Maybe chat-up, play games, or entertain,

Leaving all thoughts in a train,

Setting a journey, to the nevernever land,

As time passed passed like the grains of sand.

Everyday afternoons,

In the speck of time, a boon.

Soap operas for the grannies,

Nappy time for the nannies.

Like the silence of the night,

Slacking off a delight,

Of the Mighty might.

Everyday afternoons,

In the speck of time, a boon.

To bake a cup cake in minutes five,

Or pick a playlist from the hard drive,

Did you just doze off in the office?

Or feel crazy like headbanging in the mosh-pit.

Challenging times to restrain sleep,

At an arms distance, you get a nudge and a beep beep,

The non nonchalant yawn,

Strolling in your imaginary lawn

By the soothing breeze,

Work feels like foot of archilles.

Everyday afternoons,

In the speck of time, a boon.

But what if you have deadlines to reach soon?

Battling the sloth like a warrior,

Goals are to reach the moon,

With no motives ulterior,

Coming out of your cocoon.

Hiking in the country-side,

A poetry time recites,

To unwind and untie,

Humdrum you belie.