26 Jul 2012


“Life is too short,
 It’s easy to hide in the cellars of revenge,
Raring to bruise with armors to spit fire
And spill the soil with blood of the fallen
 it’s easy to avoid the flags raised for peace,
 Today, you have the right, as you are hurt
Tomorrow, who knows,
The very thought of agony may be worthless,
When the very enemy you fight within
Stop existing in this world
That will be your time,your success
Victorious moments for your pride
You enjoy it, until you lose the adrenaline
Your enemy may go bust towards eternity,
Miles away from your vision,
Miles away from your silence and roars
And you may never get to see again,
Then the rivalry, the agony, the feeling of revenge,
 It will all become vogue,
 Like a pile of damaged currency notes,
with no value to serve anyone
With the conquered patches of parched territories
laying bare to tell the tales of sorrow
You can rest for a while
Until another ruthless mercenary rise
To challenge you to the brink "

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Song sung by a chorus of benumb heartS
Intended for the drivers in a savage safarI
Lost in an alley of false pride and hardselL
Expressed to be heard aloud amidst noisE
Nips of misery, blazing tall with convictioN
Challenges the rival to address the arseniC
Emerged from bruises of emotional carnagE

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15 Jul 2012

Promised land

We live in a world with manipulated justice
Ruled by dictators, with brute force
Groomed by greedy power mongers to vote
With manifestos written in golden lies
We know what we will get in return
Corruption, exploitation, and stagnation
Yet, we remain silent robots, with all anger
But,in a spring of change, some daredevils uprooted 
The corroded corridors of power with a wish for freedom 

We have a modern, but muted League of Nations
That remains blind when bombs dismantle civilizations
And dumb, when people cry loud for help and justice
Defenders of democracy, created new colonies
After massacring innocent societies to gift freedom
They installed puppet authorities to auction the resources
To the ever greedy behemoth corporations of Wild West
They sell arms to neighbors, and foes within
They reap profits while their bullets and shells splash blood

Millions ran for their lives, to find a promised land for refuge
To lead a peaceful life, with assurance of waking up alive
But they are the unwanted burden for the economies of benefits
People risks drowning in depths of chilly seas
Evades the scorching heat of the deserts
Thorn filled paths of unknown terrains
To engage in a proxy battle with eagles waiting to nab
To prevent the souls from entering promised land
This is the fate of refugees, asylum seekers, or illegal migrants
Lucky if they make it to the safe shore
Phasing through the camps of  asylum 
If not, await deportation back to the world of despair

If there is peace, no one will leave the paradise
When you can’t give them the peace and safety
While creating dilapidated hells for them afar
Exploiting their resources in front of their eyes
Without giving prosperity or hope
People will keep flocking the borders
I wonder, how these modern nero’s play fiddle
With utmost peace  
While the war games they played
Comes back to haunt them in flocks
Stretching the limits of their own economies 

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Project Management

A lifeline of a company to earn big bucks
Mining through the risks and unknown challenges

A cluster of strangers and foes
Competing and striving to excel at same time

A robotic army powered by bosses
To yell at teams to meet deadlines at any cost

A utopian distribution system
For assigning resources  for different tasks

A must have checkups to track and cure    
The progress all along the network path of projects

It’s always a daunting task
When you try to make up for the lost time

No face value for it
Once you wasted your chance

A Painful thrill to live through,
Amidst busy fixing one hitch up after another

A luxury to even dream
As every second has its price, with no returns

A mirage that keeps moving away 
While digging up turmoils under compulsion  to finish tasks 

A beautiful map to decorate the wall
When all tasks explode beyond all the controls

Dangerous  ploys to play, on every phase
To fix or steady the plans against all the odds 

A rope to wish for from nowhere
When every road seems to meet a dead end

A sour grape that can energize minds
Urging them to conquer the unthinkable heights

An empty wallet in pocket
With magical powers to create miracles   

A welcome gift from anyone
Anytime to sail the ship towards a safe shore

A podium to climb
To pour the champagne to celebrate the relief 

A poem dedicated to all sleepless , stressed individuals around the world, working hard and trying to meet the deadlines of projects!

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14 Jul 2012

Cross road

Standstill at a junction
Of present
Two directions
Two outcomes
One heading towards glories of past
Other heading towards oblivion of silence
Uncertainty rules
Choice is beyond me
I have to wait
Until the war clouds drizzle down
And clear the sky
Mistakes of past haunt me
Journey towards unknown beckon me

I’ve forgotten my own soul
I am searching for my old self
Lost somewhere in ocean of quarrels
Lost my goodwill on the mountain of agony
I tried to dig it down to find plain ground
Where I lost my identity
As I wish to be recognized again
And tear apart the tag of imposter
Perceptions built on first impressions
Now stands tall in front of my own shadows
I feel dwarfed by the weight of my own image
I razed scars with my words
Now I wish to heal them with compassion

I seek forgiveness
But my lost identity
Blocks my entry to old pathway
I stare at the barren new path
As time ticks down
But I wish for a new path
For a new start
Straight from the past
Without the murmurs of discontent
Without the suspicion of another breakdown
With a belief of harmony

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