Friday, September 25, 2015

Her Fall

The dramatic heights of loveliness,
Caressed the soft waves of her hair;
A potent intoxication
Suspended reality in the air.

An hypnotic high; so mellow,
Burnished through enamored eyes.
Mournful tones though, now resound,
In guttural wrenching cries.

The ebb and flow of a peculiar fate;
A world turned on its axis once more.
Those fruits, once thought so delicious,
Are spoiled - rotten to the core.

She had dared to pierce that taut red skin,
Seeking juicy delights beneath,
But neither zing nor sweetness whetted her lips;
An odious pungency caught her teeth.

That wily fervour, from her past
Could not be arrested forever.
Seized by a love; never mutually roused,
Not then, not now – not ever.

She is a Woman

She never compromises
She always sacrifices
She gave life
She is also someone's wife

She cooks and clean
On occasion treated like a queen
She never has time
They say she has reached my prime

They suckle at her breast
The little ones will soon leave her nest
She can be over protective
Taught them all to be respective

Generations have come and gone
Hey fate is her own not drawn
She is a wife, lover and mother
Unique and unlike any other.

Making it?

Creative thoughts are lost among 
the droning drowning din
of battle to ascend a rung
and rake the bennies in

but every now and then I get 
a chance to sit and jot 
the few words that I don't forget
while fighting for that spot 

a grizzled veteran of war
I carry on despite 
the code of conduct I deplore 
ignoring flags of white 

my fuel is running way too low
to fall behind the line
it's hard to overcome a foe
that savors blood like wine.

Mirror Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall
Is it you who sees it all ?
Hanging by the hook, still and silent
You echo deepest fears & scariest concerns.
But is it really you after all ?

I love my eyes for they help me see
But alas !, I don’t see them myself
I count on you to show them to me 
As I can’t see them myself.

It soothes me , but also scares me at times
When you show me, what I don’t see at all times
Wondering, is it really me who sees
At a reflection that claims to be me.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Love @ First Audit

Walked into the office for an interview
had doubts about myself, albeit a few
a crisp white shirt, donned with a straight coat
my heart was fluttering n swaying, like a sinking boat

there she walked in, high heels n pretty smile
sat next to me, wish I could talk to her for a while
and then the damn HR, called me in
made me prick, as if I sat on a hair-pin

questions were asked, answers blabbered
click clunk of the pen, the manager clattered
looking at me, judging with intense eyes
like a wily cat, stalking meek little mice

was told to wait, for the results to come
the best thing, to wait with the girl so awesome
we spoke a bit n stared a lot
the air-conditioned room, felt like an exuberant boiling pot

got selected; for the job and not the girl
oh how I wished and longed to see her beautiful curls
time flew by and work got hectic
at the deep end of the pool and tank o so septic

was sent to a client, in a remote place
situated amidst a village was their working base
and there I met this girl, from the audit team
I smiled and thanked God, with a white-pearly gleam

barely spoke the first day, busy with all the work
she was quiet and silent, seemed like her own peculiar quirk
the day went by, without a development
both were in deep shit, in the said assignment

the second day came by, and we spoke a bit
but before we could continue, I was sent to the pit (literally)
and so started the best time, at the dinner table
all (teammates) were chirpy, happy and singable

net day, headed back to my hometown in a shabby plane
felt dejected and rejected, jack had lost her jane
and so I felt, the world had ended
the mixed feelings were happy and condescended

audits might be tough but I learned a valuable lesson
never fall for an auditor, oh my son!
they'll assess you in terms of assets and liabilities
and make a 'profit n loss' balance sheet of all your abilities

your design and implementation will always be tested
any objection on your part; will always be contested
you wont get the time, for operating effectiveness
you will be replaced, with quick and utmost deceptiveness

and there you are, writhing in pain
all you accounted for was loss, not a single gain
oh wait, here comes the next audit
a chance for new love, another plaudit

thus the mouse on the ferry-wheel keeps on running
time and again, the auditor keeps on shunning
till you find a non-auditor
dont fall in love, dont bother

I could go on, for hours at stretch
or take my dog out and play fetch
id rather moan, cry and sulk
or pretend I am unhurtable like the incredible hulk

Monday, February 2, 2015

HeartBreak Kid

Sometimes a little heartbreak is a lesson
the best thing to do is just listen
to the silence of the winds, the silence of the tears
you can move on in days or in years

Sometimes all you need, is a few songs to hear
sometimes life can be cruel, just bear
the progress will be made, albeit rather slowly
the heart will heal, turn towards the Holy

Though sorrow may impede my heart
and the worldly duties keep us apart
experiences as such in life, are very few
It is of great love to have known you

Love entered my heart one day
a sad, unwelcoming guest.
But when it begged that it might stay
I let it stay and rest

It broke my nights with sorrowing
It filled my heart with fears
And, when my soul was prone to sing,
It filled my eyes with tears.