Saturday Morning Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

I am torn in all directions, alas true!
Yet I consider myself definitely fortunate,
That I can afford the luxury of complaints
About things for which many are struggling.

In front is the laptop, with Logistics news,
Layer behind is my gmail inbox opened,
Also glancing at e-Hindustan Times’ headlines
Of yesterday’s seven bomblasts in Bangalore.

Outside the window, the rain is dripping
From a grey, dull Mumbai sky, whisperings
That induce the Monsoon mood, internal magic
Very palpable to me, and sung so well by Kalidasa.

Lying in wait for me to read are agendas
Of a few Board meetings coming up soon,
Lots of reports to be read, forms to be filled,
Speeches to be prepared for engagements accepted.

Medicines to be taken, tests to be undergone,
Pricks to be taken for checking sugar-levels,
Sugeron pills to be searched out to stop giddiness
And doctors clinic to be cajoled for appointments.

Being weekend, family wants to see Kismat Konnection,
The Hindi movie latest release in the Red Lounge
Cinemax theatre close to the house in Bandra East,
Expensive and exclusive with service inside auditorium.

My head is aware of aching sensation -
Life is doing one thing after, or along with, another;
It is too much of multi-tasking, being driven:
Shall I say, ‘Stop’, setting up my own red traffic signal?