Wake up, wake up my brain

It occurred to me,

 this morning,

I perceived,

brain, an organ amazing

Curious its tastes,

often on a frantic race

On occasions turns sluggish,

tardy like a lazy tortoise

Fully idle now, I’m sensing,

tried all tricks to get it going

I earnestly appealed,

“wake up,

wake up my brain,

these all, your creation,

your composed poems”

Iterate reiterate own lines,

You are free to

darn, edit, polish, refine

Read, re-read, do dissect,

pass congruous comments

No respite, even for a while,

no recklessness, sustain d’ style

Keep creating,

venture not to end,

mind not to rust, brain not to bend

Worked no emotional milking,

 ought to do something,

To pump out ideas,

 try a hot drink,

but palate pleasing drinks,

cause insight shrink

Caffeine of a cup of coffee,

rejuvenate cell lethargy!

a blue berry punch,

or a black chocolate

can get d’ brain to shape?

If less dominant hand used,

for an apple munching,

a banana to boost,
 deplete serotonin

Did a meditation,

squatted in labile sun,

scribbled last night’s dreams,

to mend d’ mood swing

No Sudoku, no cross word puzzle

nothing of d’ sort, worked at all

D’ brain was stuck in a rut,

a final attempt made to kick start

Played slow music soothing,

rhythmic, soul refreshing

A positive notion, optimism,

 mild exercises relaxing

To energize d’ brain, to act,

to note events in vicinity, react

to perk up brain, no trivia worked

disgusted, exhausted, got tired

Nothing could switch it on,

not even a nihilistic delusion,

entire drive, all trails failed,

a concluding ploy I played

Resolved, made a whisper,

someone to come, I’m sure,

coming on her own,

can’t ascertain any reason

Dragging brain began buzzing,

creative juice started flowing

It was a pleasant surprise,

turned it alert, energized

Wished to devote to a cause,

life turned meaningful, 
with a purpose

Stood up, danced,

put body to motion

a scope for interaction

But d' partner too protective,

utterly defensive

measures in yards,

walks millimeter wise

Ripples surfed in d’ mind,

unique of its kind

Started trickling literature,

 an ever flowing poem river

Life took an adventurous turn,

ideas sprouted like pop corn

When myriad attempts,

 woeful appeals fail,

on its own, brain’s back on rail

A productive spree,

vibrations ripping right,

fuel filled wings to fly,

to touch limitless heights