Sunday, November 6, 2011

Sideeffects Of Recession




I was transferred by my employer to a remote location, it was recession,

 So there was no scope for alternate vocation,

 I bit the bullet and drove my old red Corvett,

 I was sure my new assignment would be straight jacket,

 It was like sucking air through tooth cavity,

 you suck despite of the pain,

 Ohh i hate this city.... Hate its never ending rain.....

 I sit on my cranky corner chair,

 the dripping droplets from the vibrating AC,

 wants me to pull my hair, my super pessimisim had killed all the novelty in the air,

 Suddenly there appears an angle sitting adjacent to my cranky chair,

 Deep brown hazel eyes, which would make any commited man to rattle lies,

 Incandacent soft tanned skin, just like golden sand wrapped in Muslin,

 Lips like cuppie cake dipped in melted chocolate,

Dazzling curls dangling down her shoulders,

 She was discussing financial and ratios with co-bankers,

It felt like water flowing through a rocky river bed,

That moment i decided i am gonna ask out this mermaid,

Our friendship grew.... Suddenly the shady office felt cozy and new,

 I mustered some courage, spent a sixty thousand Rs on a sparkling necklace,

We met at Christies for dinner date, i wonered why she invited our Country head,

Moments later she introduced him as her fiancee,

My only concern was the resale value of the necklace and the credit card bill,

As a banker concepts like valuations and return on investment are deep rooted within us,

She was my motivation to survive in that hostile location,

Now that alice is gone......i packed my bags...... Was about to wrapup ....

 Then i saw a sharpe looking brunette in glasses in our legal dept,

 I checked the necklace in my bag...

My romance with this city and shady office continues.....              

A Simple Pen


Dear poetry, 


You scared my pen yesterday,


 You were very intimidating,


The poor thing was frighten by use of complex language 


by his literate counterparts, 


In the morning he cursed me for my profession,


To which I replied son," Your friends can win millions of 


 accolades in closed doors,


 but you can win millions by your side by being yourself.


 Simplicity should not be considered as attribute of less privleged, 


 but sacred weapons of revolutionaries! "