Work Anthem

Wake, Go to work, Come home to sleep,
The quagmire where I stepped my feet.
Every morning the alarm rattles my head,
With sleepy puffy eyes,I snuggle up in bed.
Atta go girl, its a new day I say,
Something exciting may be jogging along my way.
I could be the editor of a sauve magazine,
Or a counsellor for dole hearted teens.
But nay!!Darn! the stupid alarm rings again,
Just when I was dreaming to write like Jugular vein.
I saunter in a semi consious state,
Hit the showers lest I become late.
I just cant afford to miss the shuttle,
To be left commuting at the speed of turtle.
Approximately 850 hrous of travelling a year,
It takes 9 hours to reach the moon,even that seems near.
Ok,great achievement!!destination reached,
Admist office walls that are bleached.
Even Jules Verne went around the world in 80 days,
That's atleast more interesting than moving around these bays.
Just the beginning of a marathon inning,
Ten hours to kill without grinning.
The day begins with breakfast and tea,
All set to work with ears glued to MP3.
The atmosphere slowly becomes murk,
When with all dedication I set to work.
As work keeps on piling more and more,
I yearn to sleep and blissfully snore.
A ping to confederates in the same predicament,
Towards the breakout we march in mutual consent.
We thrive on caffeine and latest gossips,
Munching our way through potato chips.
Alas,I just sit and warm the couch,
Experience protruding itself in paunch!!
Staring at the monitor as though its my significant one,
Continuing like this,would definitely become a nun.
Somewhere in between,I am transported to a dreamy land,
Like Thinking about Bryan Adams my favorite band.
To roam in a fairytale midst dungeons and dragons,
Zapped to the present to hear all jargons.
Slowing and steadily the clock eventually strikes six,
Happiness spreads within as though high on felicis felix.
If its a Friday,a smile is glued on everyones face,
The weekend fires away at super sonic pace.
And again I am back to Monday,that day of week,
PMS (Post monday syndrome) kicks in making me think all oblique.
Phsycology students analysing human behaviour can here run amock,
As behavioural patterns of people change around the clock.
The nerons in my brain are fizzling out,
The jongleur getting lost betwixt the rout.
A black hole sucking all the chirpiness,
Replaced with new release of sarcasm and laziness.

It's Just ME

I was awake,
At the daybreak.
Yet my vision was opaque,
I just didn’t want to wake,
Maybe i got up by mistake,
But so was not the case.

I had to go out,
My heart wanted to remain within the confines,
I sauntered amongst people,
Yet i was alone.
I blend well with amass of people,
As well, remain immune to the chaotic ambience,
Wandering in pursuit of my thoughts,
They bring happiness which can’t be bought.

I can’t remain aloof, yet i love my solitary
Sometimes i find solace in crowd
Yet occasionally, i am lost in a crowd!
My life revolves in closed circular ring,
People for whom i care, enclosed within
They act as oxygen when i breathe in.
Inside these priceless endless circled ring,
Trust, hope and true love will always cling.


Happenings in the surrounding affects me,
But i know i cant set everyone free.
I have many dreams.
Some serious, some trivial, some juvenile.
I know i will turn them true,
Some, a figment of my imagination,
The child within wants them to come true.


I want to perforate the clouds,
Give them a feel of being stippled with silver.
It's the rainbow i want to surf through,
Stand at the point where sky kisses the horizon,
Feel the sun rise and set, yet somewhere far,
Watch the sinking sun paint the sky orangish gold,
Slowly watch the blanket of stars enfold.
Increases your faith in creator by manifold.

The True Vision

As I sat on the sea shore,
Watching the tides rise and ebb,
Somehow a feeling of gloom enclosed,
Life seemed to be heading in no way.
Looking for 'What' behind the perfect door,
Entangled in a self spun web,
In mundane tasks blissfully engrossed,
The mechanical clocks tick in melancholy in each day.

I am pulled out of the slumber,
As mirthful laugh fills my ears,
My eyes wander in direction of sound,
To find two kids building sand castle.
Humming to tunes in cheerful numbers,
Not bothering to look as I draw near,
It didn't look breathtakingly astound,
Yet there was happiness in those eyes so hazel.

The castle was the opposite of beautiful,
Just a lump of moist sand,
Topped with flowers that had wilted,
Bordered with ugly rocks and shell.
Once, twice, thrice with all the energy I could pull,
I asked if they wanted a hand,
They turned and looked at a void space ahead,
Suddenly something within me rang a bell.

Reality hit me like a bolt from blue,
The kids lived in utter darkness, totally blind.

That’s when the girl turned around and said,
Don't the flowers smell nice?
I looked at the innocent joy on her face,
And at the withered colourless petals...
No words to answer, tears welled instead.
Realization hit colder than ice,
Tiny moments of happiness in the mad race,
Are always present under the sign of integrals;

Yet oblivious we just walk through,
In quest of something significant.
Only when you see people less fortunate,
does the importance dawn;
To relish every second from a melting chocolate fondue.
Else life will just be a remnant.
Their blindness didn't leave them in a sorry state,
In spite of the daily hardships undergone.

Here they were, having all the fun in the world,
With whatever they had and could find,
They were blessed with true inner sight.
Through their eyes, I finally could see,
Pages from my life unfurled,
With myself I really have been unkind.
Just wishing for more resulting in blight,
Groping in darkness, the one blind was me.

Now I sat with the unsuspecting kids,
Breathing in the fragrance of flowers and sea,
Enjoying the waves grazing my feet,
Thanking them for what they made me see.

A Simple Wish

A thought sparks in mind,
Take a pick for next life.
Many options for the perfect find,
Something to lessen others strife.

To be a delicate flower is my wish,
My simple desire is to live and give.
To be a Lily/daisy in memory to cherish.
Until uprooted from the earth to leave.

To bloom by the mountainside,
Admist the rumble of river flowing by,
Swaying in the arms of wind like a bride,
Spreading fragnance till the last sigh.


A day comes,someone arrives to pick,
In search of a perfect gift,
To make the significant others heart click,
And not have it miffed.

Even as i wither away,
My scent fills the air,
A souvenir for coming days,
Encompassed with tender love and care.


To be preserved in a book's page,
Even though the beauty has begun to wane,
Those special memories with time age,
A simple flower with no complain.

Innocent Plea From The Destitute

Ahead lay a broken wing
seperated from the blue.
Trying to spread its wing
Betwix fresh drops of due.
Feeble wil'st to cling
Flow of thoughts going askew
Awaiting for death's knell to ring
An angel' comes in view
Takes it under its wing
To a beautiful haven all new.

A Rainy Thought

Filtering my thoughts in a colander,
Sitting in front of the porch,
On a drizzling late august evening,
Enjoying a clandestine affair,
A cup of coffee in hand,
Thoughts stirring in the Kew,
Confetti of feelings,
The warmth of autumn sun fading through the trees,
Shimmering pearls falling from my sky,
And I stretch out my hands,
Trying to gather them all,
Beads of pearl slip from my small hands,
But then I realize,
There are hands holding a cauldron,
Gathering them for me.
I look up at the sky,
Murmur thanks for all the caring eyes,
To be blessed with love and care.
Sans them life would be incomplete.
Being right next to me,
Even in the rain soaked night.
Strewing the coffee cup in my hand,
I smile as rains continue to batter,
Lights flickering away one by one,
I promise myself to be their lifeline.

Double Face

A shadow in the twilight,
A star shining in day,
A light so bright,
That it obscures your vision.
The reality remains a mystery,
Lost in myriad of shades,
Hiding behind plethora of drapes.
A look inside the Pandora’s Box,
Hypocrisy wears a sugary mask,
A shadowy beast hides in darkness,
Behold outside the box it’s a different face,
Inside, the world is a better place.
Beyond the boundary of my senses,
What does it take to have a mote of simplicity?
Why splash a false identity...
Wasting time to get noticed...
There is so much more than that which meets your eye,
There is more beyond the horizon
With the fake ness in smile,
A motive behind every single thought,
Too cold and selfish to be sought.
Its not hypocrisy but being worldly wise!
Seeing the truth through the prism,
Giving it a different shade.
Deception, manipulation hold the reigns,
Beginning right from the Garden of Eden,
The devil wore Prada,
And then peace had to end.