29/M/Mumbai I am a 29 year old single guy, living with my parents in Mumbai; but born in Chennai and a proud Tamilian. I have an experience of 5 years as a HR professional. My passions include railways, Harry Potter, reading novels, music and blogging 14 followers / 1.2k words
Is it wrong to forget? The mind is an ocean Filled to the brim with thoughts Rising like a crescendo Before plummeting sharply Like a tsunami Then there are the feelings Lurking around every nook and corner Ready to catch you unawares And take a juicy bite of your leg As sharks do As you go deeper and deeper Total chaos reigns In the form of perceptions and judgements Those ****** icebergs Which can sink even the unsinkable ships
Is it wrong to forget? The mind is an ocean Deeper than the Pacific More stormy than the Atlantic Even as you swim with the tide Alternating between hope and despair With every high and low You barely manage to stay afloat Eventually being ****** Into a whirlpool of depression As you go round and round You sink lower and lower Until you forget where you are You forget who you are And you wonder How you came into existence So, tell me Is it really wrong to forget?
I have placed my trust in you Not once, not twice But for years and years Every time you fail to deliver I tell myself to be patient I say, "give it some time" As I wait and wait You begin to take me for granted Your service becomes poorer and poorer While my wallet grows thinner and thinner I tell myself to be patient But my face grows redder and redder My eyes begin to blaze My teeth grow sharper and sharper My mouth begins to foam My fists begin to clench My finger and toe nails grow sharper and sharper Still, I tell myself to be patient But then you fail spectacularly When it matters the most This is the last straw With an almighty roar I pounce on you Heedless of your frantic cries for mercy And tear you to pieces While I drink your blood I pause for a moment To savour the just retribution For all these years of injustice For all these years of betrayal I was patient, for a long time But patience too, has its limits
Poem meant for Vodafone India senior management. Statutory Warning: Contains violence and bloodlust.
Two years of toil Two years of utmost dedication Two years of perseverance Where are the fruits?
As every month begins My eyes light up In keen anticipation That my efforts would be rewarded However, the wait is so long That it kills me from within As I wonder whether my time is valued For you, time is precious You expect quality and speed At the same time Is it wrong For me, to expect the same From your side? However, all I end up doing Is keeping a straight face While I listen to your lame excuses As I wonder whether my time is valued Whether my efforts are valued Whether it is worth Burning the midnight oil For an employer To whom I matter Only when money chases him The same money Which I am denied Again and again Till I am a fool To even dream That my dues would be cleared
Poem I am writing as my workplace frustrations come to a head...for the umpteenth time!!
You are a guardian of the law Your duty is to keep crime at bay And bring the criminals to justice But, as I watch you, Wearing a khaki uniform And swinging your baton around As you go about on your daily rounds I am filled with such a rage That I hold my hand up in prayer And desperately wish that thoughts could **** Because you would then be dead Before anyone could even say "police"
You are a guardian of the law Your duty is to keep crime at bay And bring the criminals to justice But instead, you abuse the immense power That you wield in your iron fist As people come out in hordes To protest on various issues You swing your baton around As wood clashes against flesh Democracy dies a thousand deaths However, your **** is unsatiated A pistol replaces the baton As it rains bullets Bundles of cash change hands As you quietly pocket them You yell to the world That justice has been served Even as the bodies pile up And Humanity waves a white flag As she bows to your iron fist
This is my rant against the brutal and corrupt police force of India.
May woe betide you May the worst of calamities Strike your kith and kin May you lose everything That is dear to you Every penny of yours Shall be consigned to the flames Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Serving as divine retribution For the bundles of cash That changed hands everyday Faster than the speed of light Throughout your deceitful existence Filled with lies and blackmail Before eventually finding a safe haven In your classy, upper middle class dwelling
May woe betide you May every happy thought of yours Be ****** out of your conniving minds May your life be reduced To one full of manic depression One incapable of coherent thinking Thus dwelling only on your failures Till you eventually succumb And self-destruct With a flash of blinding light Such that, all that is left Is an unrecognizable form A wretched caricature of regret With your souls torn asunder Leaving the world a little happier
A poem which is meant for my ruthless, cunning and treacherous ex-house owners in Chennai
I don't know who you are I don't know what you do I don't know where you are But I know that You have wrecked me Mentally, psychologically and socially Rendering me incoherent in speech And incapable of action Reduced to a blundering mass Of bloated bones and sinew Ready to collapse like a pack of cards At the slightest hint of a crisis
I don't know who you are I don't know what you do I don't know where you are But I know that You have wrecked me And you shall pay dearly for it Whether it be death by a thousand cuts Or a pill of cyanide in your cup of tea Or a bullet right in your temple Or a mighty fall from the tallest tower Or a bite from a venomous serpent Or a decapitation by the mighty guillotine Or even, having your soul ****** out From your filthy mouth
I don't know who you are I don't know what you do I don't know where you are But I know that You have wrecked me And I shall not rest Until I finish you, once and for all And the world is rid, of your menace
A poem which is meant as a message to a troll on Facebook with a fake account
Statutory Warning: contains references to violence, death and ******. Not recommended for children, senior citizens, women in advanced stages of pregnancy; and cancer and heart patients.
The wait has been long Two weeks and counting As everyday passes You tell yourself to be patient And do your work calmly As though everything is all right As the minutes turn to hours Hours turn to days And days turn to weeks But still nothing happens No message from your bank No credit added to your account Same old excuses given Your resolve can no longer hold Your steely focus falters You make mistakes That you would not have made Even in your wildest dreams Every hurdle looks insurmountable The commute to office Suddenly seems like a marathon You lash out at strangers Over matters as mundane As your typing speed At home, you drown yourself In Agatha Christie's finest ****** mysteries Forgetting that you have to sleep Just reading and reading To escape from the mad world around you Till your eye muscles scream in protest You clench your fists Flex your muscles And sharpen your teeth As the devil awakens inside you Ready to pounce on your master And seek divine retribution For making you wait so long And denying you What is rightfully yours