16 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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15 Jul 2012

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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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
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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29 Apr 2012

Lost world of words




Evening is still young
Sun has not gone home yet
Even as the clouds try to cover
The sky with its massive blanket
Rays of light over shadows it
With tinge of silvery brightness
I am alone waiting for night
To see the stars again
To throw dreams
At them
As I lost my way
Somewhere
I want to ask
For guiding lights
To open up new paths
Towards a lost world
Of words where I weaved
The canvas of imagination
To paint my words
With unseen colors
And spread splashes of joy
To those who might read one day

 Images Courtesy: Thanks to rightful creators

27 Apr 2012

Freedom




Today, I am having my liberty
After slicing down the vultures
Of worries that kept scaring me
When I looked back at my past
I found myself sneaking past
Worries by being coldblooded
With empty hands and mind
I can just walk in rain calmly
Enjoying a banter with the clouds!

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