Thursday, February 23, 2012

A hard day's work

Every night in the stranded boggie
As I head home and plug in my ear phones
Tired from office, I swear no more
Morrow I'll be early, to spent time with mom -

But morrow comes never

Some say, I'm a hard worker
Who ain't smart, ain't clever!
I'd rather call myself a lover
In love with my job - sadly none other!

Monday, February 13, 2012


The craving at the smell of a hot bitter coffee
The goose-bumps from a cold morning shower
The excitement at my name being called out first
The modesty when I'm patted for emerging winner
The exuberance at my team’s triumph
The sobriety expressed - only when depressed
The abstinence at being told I’m wrong
The flutter each time he utters ‘It's you I love!’
The nervousness before each long-awaited kiss
And the blush that follows - never goes amiss!
The responsibility on holding a baby close
The pride at my niece’s victory, to boast!
The comfort from a friend’s ever-giving efforts
The hatred when another good one betrays
The sympathetic tears at a stranger’s demise
The agony at watching a near one's pain
The helplessness on seeing a stray puppy cry
The brief content on helping a blind in need
The peace when the gushing streams caress my feet
The momentary dislike when a sibling screams
The easy yawn as I rest on my mother’s lap
The sleep that ships me to an Utopian dream
 - is what keeps me going.

And not money.