Wondering about work

(Folks! We have Meera on-board here today. And i'm too lazy to type more.

*Falls asleep.)

How does it feel to be so unproductive, to meander, sleep and maunder about obvious nothings

To set an aim and not play the game and sulk away into sleep

To be the living embodiment of inertia, just a body of mass that refuses to plunge into work

How does it feel to compromise on one's under achievements

To be satiated with things being satisfactory

To not have the thirst and the unending vigour required to achieve the things that lie beyond

To be like a tepid water, dry and parched deep inside but lukewarm and content outside

Still, un-moving and unrelenting

Never willing to surrender

to the friendly clasp of routine and rigour

How does it feel to be okay with being mundane

A nobody in man kind's walk down memory lane

Wondering ever whether this body and mind can conjure up work

Work that will lead to surmountable benefits both for me and those around me

Will that day ever come, will I ever work and achieve the things I set my heart on ?

Why doesn't my heart pulse with the kind of joy that's required when I tread the path to my aim ?

Why do I passively behold the time ticking by and not play up my game ?

When will this misery of being lazy end and when will I rest after doing work that tires me to my bones and yet fires me up from within.

Thanks to you Meera, for successfully summing up our sunday. Also, for confirming that the feeling of laze is inherent amongst all. Don't you think, its a need of an hour to formulate a laze-index?

Somewhat like; Laze index= Work not done/ Naps taken**

Where ** includes Netflix /Prime/Docubay and other platforms too.

Base year ofcourse, would be 2020 (Please don't ask us why, rather tell us in the comments).