Rivalry

“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

 Forever,

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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Silence

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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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

Project

A lifeline of a company to earn big bucks

Mining through the risks and unknown challenges

Team

A cluster of strangers and foes

Competing and striving to excel at same time

Managers

A robotic army powered by bosses

To yell at teams to meet deadlines at any cost

Allocation

A utopian distribution system

For assigning resources  for different tasks

Review

A must have checkups to track and cure    

The progress all along the network path of projects

 Deadline

It’s always a daunting task

When you try to make up for the lost time

Regrets

No face value for it

Once you wasted your chance

Stress

A Painful thrill to live through,

Amidst busy fixing one hitch up after another

Time

A luxury to even dream

As every second has its price, with no returns

Sleep

A mirage that keeps moving away 

While digging up turmoils under compulsion  to finish tasks 

Plan

A beautiful map to decorate the wall

When all tasks explode beyond all the controls

Strategy

Dangerous  ploys to play, on every phase

To fix or steady the plans against all the odds 

 Hope

A rope to wish for from nowhere

When every road seems to meet a dead end

Motivation

A sour grape that can energize minds

Urging them to conquer the unthinkable heights

Belief

An empty wallet in pocket

With magical powers to create miracles   

Help

A welcome gift from anyone

Anytime to sail the ship towards a safe shore

End

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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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

Hopelessly

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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