In the sea of bleak!



'You can't get rid of me,

You are my slave, you see,

The gloom, you ought to feel,

Your spirit, I had to steal,

I love to see you listless,

I love it when you act careless, 

I have the say in how you do things,

I dictate the terms and happenings, 

In your blood I run,

Your energy I sinisterly shun,

'Laziness', as I am known, 

In the sea of bleak, you got to drown!' 


I snooze the alarm for the fourth time, "Will get up after half an hour", I convince my mind. I sleep, tucking myself in the cosy quilt, again. My mind keeps reminding me, "It's Monday, you had decided to start exercising from today, did you forget?".

"Ssshhhhhhsh", I silence those thoughts and once again wander into my dreamland.

When I finally get up to brush my teeth and peep into the mirror, I see those dark circles and deep sinking eyes, my sleepy soul for once zapps back to reality. "This 'laziness' is taking a toll on me", I murmur. But the body isn't ready to move.


"In your blood I run.....", these lines keep repeating in my head on a loop. I splash my face with cold water and remove the last bit of any drowsiness that lingered.


"What am I doing with myself? This will ruin my health. I should've gotten up and rushed to the gym. I have no motivation in life. I am burdened with so much work, yeah, no doubt I don't have the energy and time. Right! I am not lazy, it's the work that's taking it's toll....yes, for sure". And I persuade my fragile heart to trust my words, those words that ask me to play a victim. Victim to the societal pressure, workload and demands of family. I trust them and end up thinking "How can I be lazy?".


In your blood I run,

Your energy, I sinisterly shun, 

I can make you believe in the virtual world I've set up,

In this cobweb, like an insect, you get caught up......


I get ready for my work, concealing those dark circles, and leave in a hurry. I eat some cereals with milk, "Why waste time preparing hot breakfast, when such quick options are available?", the explanation is ready for support.

So I drive my car, which was to be washed on Sunday, but I overslept and then it slipped from my mind and then I just dust the windscreen and bolt. "Sundays are meant for relaxation, it's okay to not wash your car once in a while", the annexure to the primary argument.

I reach my office and ask the guard to park my car. Right! As I am already late.


"The traffic was awful this morning", I blurt in an angry tone, even before anyone could point out that I'm late. My colleagues agree and we all settle to work.

I'm called to my boss's cabin and he assigns me some extra work for the week. So the deadline is next Monday. "I have to complete tasks at hand and here he's overburdening me with more", my soliloquy and I sigh. The boss gives me an uncompromising look and I fake a smile, to cover up my sigh.

"This boss is a workaholic and wants all of us to share his mania too", I gossip as I sit back into my chair. My colleague nods in agreement and we both share a genuine laugh. It's lunch time already, so it's our right to exploit the time given and again place some excuses like 'they served the order late' or 'they didn't get the bill on time', etc etc.


I finish the day's work (that's what I think!) and drive back home. On the way I plan so many things to do this week. My bucket lists are stacked in the drawer back home, yet I keep making new ones.

"Tomorrow I will exercise, assuredly", I confidently say aloud.

But next morning, I snooze the alarm for the fourth time again!


In your blood I run,

Your energy, I sinisterly shun, 

'Laziness', as I am known, 

In the sea of bleak, you got to drown......


'The indolent soul has innumerable excuses ~ Jui Purohit. 


AUTHOR'S NOTE: 'Laziness is a secret ingredient that goes into failure. But it's only kept a secret from the person who fails '~ Robert Half.

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