What to eat?

Without letting me know, the sunday sun slipped away,
the gathering darkness instigated hungers in my being.
the touch-phone remained untouched.
the unfinished projects remained unfinished.
the story remains, without a start and without an end.
must i eat? must i create? must i reach out? 
the expanding tired weight pulls down energies... the excess, the excess, the excess! 
the meditative escapes into menial chores provided stillness and peace, but no solutions. 
what to do? where to go? whom to meet? what to eat? 
The mind vacates through the gaps in between the internet browser's tabs.

Hammered friday, alive saturday.. sunday with a promise to end. 11 pm.
Maybe I can attend to the to-do list.
Maybe I can at least start that one idea.
Maybe I should just justify the sunday with some useless proofs of my existence.
kitchen is a better place for that proof to exist in rather than the internet. But old habits die hard.
Click publish, and on with the MTR Uttappam.

Comments

Aparna said…
so vivid.
if you write more - one will know exactly the language you think, how u think, why u think and your motivations :) :)
Ajinkya said…
hehe..
damn. i am predictable.

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