Regret

I was right besides him but he didn’t see me,
I tried to touch him but he didn’t feel me,
I wondered why he was so sad and doleful,
Then somebody came and told me that he cried all night full.

I wanted to talk to him to know what had happened,
But in no way was he going to make it happen,
Then I cried thinking he’ll now come for sure,
But I heard him cry louder than before.

I looked around and found myself standing in a graveyard,
And kissed his forehead and wished him a new start,
An angel nearby told me that he loved me more than what he did in the past,
I tried to remember when I had fought with him last.

I prayed to God to give me life again,
But God said youre being punished for giving him sorrow and pain,
I cried I sobbed I felt sorry for long,
Just then I felt a touch so strong.

He said good morning and woke me up from my dream,
And wondered why I made a silent scream,
I hugged him tight and swore to God,
I’ll undo all faults and live in accord.

So if you’ve forgiven me for my behaviour today and before,
Please know that I love you more than ever I assure,
You’ve made me think, you’ve made me speak,
You’ve made me write, so its time to acknowledge my work with joy not bleak :)

Angry, Im sure I am

Blank as this word document,
how restless do I feel,
but as I keep writing,
Does the vanity really kneel?

The things that I was sure of,
Its no more a reality,
I wonder, the conviction that I had,
Even gambled my practicality.

I’m still ready to take a chance,
Cos I know I’m so into it,
But what can one do,
If madness rules over wit.

Angry Im sure I am,
Over the crusade that I go on,
I wish the Pandora’s Box,
Had never let out ego at dawn.

From wrath to anger to disappointment,
It surely is at a downstream phase,
With tears and time perhaps,
Life may very well appraise.

I was curious to touch the screen,
To check if it was boiling hot,
Its absorbing the heat and fire,
Off my mind and fingers giving it a shot.

I know its all for me that’s been done,
But skipping emotions is not a choice,
Righteous indignation is what we go through,
A dead end and nothing else will approach with poise.

The anger shall subside and read in hush-
Its never too late you’re welcome home,
Waiting since then, exactly how you left behind,
Only if you think its your very own.

A Consultant's Diary

The story of a consultant, a lot can relate to,
I keep darkening paper, hoping for Take Two,
But nothing happens, for all ive fought,
Same people, same attitude, no matter what.

We do the sorry jobs, with sugar on the tongue,
Yes Sir Yes Ma’am, everyone beats the drum,
“You’re staying late”, there goes your party,
No one asked nor bothered about you shawty.

You do the work, slog over the weekend,
Had to send a mail, project is on a bleak bend,
And there goes your mail, you made it in time,
It rests unopened in his inbox till next lifetime.

Monday mornings, you’re up with a disinclination in mind,
Theres a meeting in office, cant help but bind,
You find you’re prime with no one around,
He rescheduled the meeting and took you for a clown.

They threaten you with your rating fated,
As if I care, Im amply inoculated,
The corporate world is surely a mess,
The best of the good ones, cede the moral dress.

N here I am...

N here I am…collecting prayers…for the one and only who has left with hope
in his heart and mind, bidding for a reason to counter his otiose life...

N here I am…counting every minute…the things that he would be doing..the thoughts that he would be nurturing…at all times..during that span of time..

N here I am…filled with feelings not alien to humans..wanting to be the middle of the roader.. gambling between Brobdingnagian losses and richly benefits…

N here I am..wanting to be optimistically poetic.. nescient of contemporary literature.. drawing focus …for Him to notice …my one and only