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Ashwin Kumar Aug 2021
Another day goes by
When you work your hardest
And yet, you are left with nothing
To show for your hard toil
All those hours you spent
Searching for the right profiles
All those hours you spent
Calling as many candidates as possible

Another day goes by
When the world of Recruitment
Lures you into its *****
With a lot of false promises
Only to grab you
In a vice-like grip
At the eleventh hour
And try and choke you into submission
In the same way
An anaconda coils itself
Around its hapless prey
And squeezes it to death

Another day goes by
When you toil away
Like there is no tomorrow
Searching for candidates
In every nook and cranny
But, with every candidate
It is the same story
They are not interested
Not for this particular client
A client which calls itself "mid-market"
But is actually rather small
Some candidates are quite friendly
Some are just polite
Some, downright rude
And others don't even bother
To pick up their phone
The bottomline is
This client just won't sell
And as yet another day goes by
I wonder what have I done
To deserve such an unwanted burden
Upon my hapless shoulders
A rant about a very difficult (Investment Banking) role to close with a small client of ours that candidates mostly say no to.
G Jul 2021
Today, I started my day feelin’ ay-okay
Productive, yeah, but still feels a bit grey
Conceptualizing, designing & some game play
Basically what happens on my day-to-day

Oh, but, I haven’t mentioned
That before these eyes were opened
It was you that I was with
During the time when I was still asleep

Is there something you wanna say?
‘Cuz anytime you may
Like how I just stayed
After rejecting me — in my dreams & while being awake
Basically what happens on my day-to-day
Mancy Nov 2020
Her soul is so drunk on dreams
but, what you see her,
a soulless sober
is just an illusion projected from
her fear of rejections and failures.

Just wait till this magical girl
blows off all her fears.
Once she drops the veil
her drunken soul will run wild
chasing her beautiful dreams.
Vranda Punjabi Jul 2020
I'm here to heal your tired heart,
& tell you some simple things,
You might follow it once,
you'll feel it make you healed!  


You need to understand, not all feel the same,
Relationships are beautiful my friend, they don't make you insane !


You can't force people to be with you even if you're a piece of gold,
Right people will come to you,
the moment they see you glow!

They'll empower you to be the best version of yourself,
they'll channelize you,
they'll channelize your stress !


I know you can't wait for such positive vibes,
but life's giving you time, to enjoy its adventures rides !


I know you're tired of feeling unimportant,
But life's giving you a chance,
to make yourself feel very important!

I know " how?",  Is the question you might ask!,
It's an "art", at which you all can surpass!

You need to understand that everyone is suffering,
You need to forgive all,
before your mind starts
Buffering!

If they rejected you,
thank them,
for they gave you an opportunity
to see something beyond them!

The universe is endless and your suffering is less than a drop,
You need to understand, that you too are infinity and something non-stop.
Healed a little bit???😊❤️
I know and understand your though times buddy!! All I can say is, Stay strong 💪
Coz, you too are infinity and non-stop.
#lotsoflove everyone!❤️
Andres Apr 2019
Cortez, theyre just running through my mind
Like track and field junior year
You want to cyph before class, but i don’t think that’s for the best
Look in your ****** eyes, but you had to change into sweats
I remember that afternoon, it’s in my mind all the time
You gave me your hoodie and went home like routine
Snuck out the back door and forgot to take me

White Cortez, but they’re ***** on the sides
Dirt on your pants, but never did you mind
You’re so versatile,
how you build up your walls and know when to break them down ?
At 16, i never would’ve  guessed youd actually ditch town
A city on lights, like do you know what you’re leaving?
Persuasion and ideas, you know I’m still here waiting
Connection is rare, and with you, it was waning

Black Cortez, cleaned it up on the sides
Fade into dark Caesar, never did i mind
You smelled like axe and gelato, you probably taste so sweet
In my head, there’s a sword fight where two ends never meet
I hope you’re passing your tests, or training your chest
I still have your hoodie and i wear it here and there
I washed it so many times, but i didn’t think you’d care

SEP, where they prayed for me,
I remember you spoke to me about your goals
You told me you wanted to have a relationship with God
I told you i wanted love, i was a fraud
Spending every day of the year, you were mine
you were a physical manifestation of everything that was bound to be
A physical manifestation of everything attracted to she

Classic Cortez, lit up and you ran into class
Never expected you to fall so fast
You could roam the earth and be who you are
I just don’t want you to ever run too far
You don’t want me the same way i want you.
Deepak K B Apr 2018
even when you are not perfect for few.
i never miss to see you…
your each imperfection of beams is worldview.
i never miss to see you…
even if some fails to realize you.
i never miss to see you…
but you never knew.
even when the world freeze to ice.
i will be there for your each rise...
Sara L Russell Jun 2016
Sara L Russell 8th June 2016*
_______________

Dear Sir or Madam, we regret to say
your manuscript is not quite what we need;
so therefore we're returning it today,
with all good wishes that you will succeed.
* * *
Dear [your name here] regretfully these days
we do not read submitted manuscripts;
we're mainly doing television plays
and cannot give out full critiques or tips.
* * *
"I'm sorry but our editor's away
and he's the only one for poetry
what was your name again? But I will say
we will get back to you eventually."
* * *
No news is good news, so we carry on
till everything but desperation's gone.
Gaye Sep 2015
In deep skies preaching storm clouds
Swinging between life and fate
I lost all the faith I captured from
My most nurtured brutal days
To my inherited nightmares.
The wrath of my stale sand
Cried for my world's flipped smile,
The turning tides wrapped a tempest
Inside the ballads of my December nights
And I finally digged my dreams inside.
I pulled myself over the floor
Before sinking down into the waves
But the concern remained over rejections
And the crimson heart waited
To defeat my drained destiny
But I crashed and failed again !
How will I be my truest self
If I am trapped in someone else's body?
I want to man up,
but the society dictates otherwise

How will I bloom where I was planted
If I am fed up with insecurities?
I want to prove myself,
but the people around me are pushing me down

How will I try my best
If I am showered with rejections?
I want to give my hundred percent,
but everyone doesn't seem to care at all

I want to be a/the better person
But maybe, I am doing it wrong
(Rm. 1207, 08/19/15)
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