Careless Mistake

September 19, 2006

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You burnt the midnight lamp. You watched your every move. You decided that you will not follow. You decided to lead no one. You peered long into the distance both sides, and then crossed roads. You caressed flowers ever-so-slowly so as to not wake them up. You dreamt cautiously and never told anybody. You made your own rules. You defied gravity. You walked roads people never knew of. You indulged in finesse even at a premium. You knew no limits, and pushed those you knew. You urged the feeble to go against the flow. You day-dreamed of a blissful tomorrow. You enthused the sober, and tamed the wild. You schemed a plan that worked the way you wanted. You made everything to work just as you wanted.

And then, a small mistake. Just one small mistake.

And you realise how small you are.

And your whole life whirlwinds around you in staccato bursts, and reveals a different meaning everytime it goes around. Notes that you never heard before. Notes so alien, that you don't know if they make a cacophony or a symphony.

And then, you settle to believe, that you should take it in your stride. Or maybe, misTake it in your stride?


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Corporate Cannibalism

September 13, 2006

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Corporate Cannibalism
Their backbones are supported by high-backed chairs,
They just can't justify the position they weild,
A trooper you are and will always remain,
For these are the people who run the guild.

Their weapons are not steel, and they don't shine,
They don't hurt your flesh, and no red trickles,
They'll still hurt you worse, and make you whine,
For their remarks are stones, and insults sickles.

Each single trooper, yearns climbing up the ladder,
But then each crab watches, and never let's go,
Nobody escapes and the world gets madder,
And the top of the heap watch the premiere of the show.

They cover their faces for they don't want to be known,
And hide behind emails, and wage a war guerilla,
Seven wonders of the world, they would have themselves flown,
But then for nothing, why rake all the moolah?

And then I ponder alone, time and again,
A day should arrive, and render all as equals,
Even if it means losing everything in vain,
Just turn everything to dust and make no sequels.

 

Harry met Sally

September 06, 2006

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And he finally meets her.

She is the one, he knows.

She doesn't.

 

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