Friday, May 8, 2009
Feel God
From the dark, dingy dungeon
You have engirdled around you
Webbing myriads of narrowness;
Break all those barricades of self aggrandize
You have erected so disdainfully
To protect your spiraling ego
And feel the pulse of world around –
The handiwork of God
How mesmerizing and enchanting;
Breathe once in the vast openness
Where infinite serenity pervades,
Touch the tenderness of a virgin dewdrop
That awaits the warmth of sun
Till it vanishes into air
Till it loses its identity for today
For tomorrow it has to condense again
When chilling breeze
Appeals her to form a new little delicate pearl
Even for some unnoticed moments
Even for some roving little eyes
That squander around in morning calmness
To find those glittering gems
Upon velvet sepals of stunning flowers
Upon slippery verdant leaves
To touch them blissfully
To feel them gleefully
To engage them in the eternal drama.
Recession
Aftermath the sub-prime crisis
When America was flaunting
Her big capitalism slice
What's the genesis
Is still a hocus-pocus
How the largest economy
Bled is a major global focus
When the big boys of industry
Were basking in scotch and wine
A sudden twister broke
In the heart of financial line
Many thought it a transit phase
As bear runs in stock market
The game of hide and seek
Turned ugly at Wall Street.
Property prices crashed
Realtors dipped in red
The defaulters shown the door
When bankers turned their head
The losses got nationalized
The profits made private
As Federal intervened
And pumped in billions in haste.
The honchos got their big pie
And fled to Las Vegas
To enjoy a hot bed
With wine and fashion divas
Many turned blue
As pink slips kissed their fate
A few cowards even choose
To kill self and family for heavy debt.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The Middle Management Syndrome
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Mob Justice
Monday, September 10, 2007
Fighting Global Terrorism
Deal 123
The Obvious Culprits
When I opened the envelope
With a binge of curiosity in my head
My eyes stretched to the bottom line—
The outline of my strenuous labor
I paid through the sizable part of a year.
But the fine print revealed some implausible facts
That dissected me into splinters of throbbing pain
And I sensed the devil’s hand in the pattern
Though I refrained from divulging to public.
For a moment, I garnered my sensibility
To console my fiery emotions
That soaked my heart and mind.
Then in complete sangfroid
I acknowledged the painful truth
Someone’s pain is but a part of someone’s pleasure
In transitioning the whole truth
Into a gimmick of handiworks
Of those obvious culprits
Who in all disguise frame a mirage
Around the stark reality
To impress others as angel
Though they are the obvious culprits
For perpetuating all evils in this world.
