Musings at my desk…

Sitting at a desk, I let ennui wash over me,

Looking around, I see numerous files around me.

Dusty old pages of forgotten feud,

Some that show us the way, others that delude.

I am expected to be fervent and learn,

How do I, when this gibberish is so difficult to discern?

A lonesome desk and a steaming cuppa allow me the much needed privacy

But it is this privacy that triggers in me decadency!

The Android Market and trashy e-books are my solace now

For, focus eludes me and diversions hold me captive somehow!

As I park myself in this air-conditioned room

I prepare to succumb to the infectious gloom;

Forgoing the breeze that is blowing outside.

Beckoning, it entreats me to join its stride.

Like an estranged lover, I study its movements discreetly

 I find leaves, frayed cloth and tattered paper yielding to it completely.

Resignedly, as I come back to my desk,

I prepare to work on putting together the burlesque;

Which changes colour like a chameleon,

And transforms from an appeal to a reprieve to a remission.

I hear it will be presented before a just, impartial lady

Who will be judging it ‘blindfoldedly’!

Although the scales she holds display balance,

They in reality often tip heavily in favour of affluence.

She has in conclusion given her verdict in print,

Letting one have the last laugh while another is chagrined.

And thus begins a fresh round of charade;

Laden with vice but justice writ large on its façade.

I return my gaze to the weighty file in front of me

Nevertheless the ennui washes over me…

‘No great work has ever been produced except after a long interval of still and musing meditation’ ~ Walter Bagehot