Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Nouveau Corporate Bourgeois

Multi-colored pens
Round the neck,
Marking
Files
Blue and red,
Gist in mind,
Speedily typed,
Facts and figures
Overlapping regular conversation,
Language increasingly
Official,
Dress
Casually formal
And
Attitude
Formally casual,
Nouveau-corporate-burgeois' here.

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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Happy new year :)

Quaint phrases
Typed from
Quaint chairs,
Piles of
Dust-laden files
Moving at snail-pace
In frail old hands,
Such impressions
Roaring in mind,
Steps,
Unsure,
Unsteady
Led me to
The corridors,
Where I now put in
Precious hours
Struggling with
Cliché lines
In a not-so-cliché profile.
A year has passed.
Hurriedly though.
And I am still
Making sense of it all.
I falter, stumble
And stutter
(On my flat shoes)
Through the routine
And conventional
And
Unconventional too (at times).
I
Have
Lasted a year
Learning
And picking up,
The reality
So different
And so much better
Than
Impressions
I carried.