The Morning Haste

On a well deserved Sunday, getting up a little late, lazying around with the newspaper, sipping coffee and tea alternatively, going to the local road-side market.... aaaaaa.....nnnnnnn.......ddddddd away from the daily routine I got reminded of my morning haste.......

The Morning Haste

Off the bed.......

Early morning and a knock at the door,

Wakes you up with the newspaper on the floor;

A thick pack of paper with a variety of print,

Every news served with pepper and mint.

With a cup of tea.........

You scan the headlines and the briefs in a haste,

Skipping the details and the ads of soaps and paste;

The murders, the accidents, the scams spoil the taste,

You feel your morning drill has been a waste.

Through the daily chore........

You reach for the toilet in a rush,

Left hand busy with towel and right with brush;

Mixing-up bathroom-songs with sounds of shower & flush,

Pushing slices in toaster and potatoes in oven to mush.

Dressing up.......

Gulping big bites with sips of juice,
Juggling with knots of tie and laces of shoes;
Matching blacks with greys and whites with blues,
Shouting around but maintaining a truce.

On way to office.......
Laden with bag and tiffin you run to the lift,
Jump into the car and drive along the drift;
Forget metro or bus and also forget the thrift,
Just in time there to avoid the punctuality rift.

In the office..................
People trickle one by one into their dens,
Start surfing net or doodling with their pens;
The drudged-routine leaves in mouth a poor taste,
You feel your morning haste has just been a waste.