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Shofi Ahmed Jun 2017
Dancing the swelled
waves of the deep,
swimming clouds
leap out to reach
over the sunny sky.

Blow out a cool kiss
on the bank of the
blue Ganges of the skies.
The lips that kiss the bottomline
play the flute.
Listen, singing chorus rains down,
bouncing back to earth
the only open-through planet!
Asha Nicole Apr 2012
"Oh, my sweet bode,"
Said the ladies' favoured son.
It's a sweet surrendered code,
For the forsaken shoddy one.

"Go away from me quickly"
he whispers with weary haste
the plague made the ladies sickly
For the forsaken shoddy waste.

"I refuse to willfully reply,"
Were his lover's listed words.
T'was a refusal to comply,
For the forsaken shoddy swords.

"I now stand poorly inflicted"
He choked with tempered love
His worst fear now depicted
For the forsaken shoddy above.

*in calibration with Miss Anndette Wanderlilly
derailed-trains Feb 2016
days are swinging past
and I wish I could finally
say to you the words
hiding under my pillows,
behind doors, and
scattered on the floors
I am walking on
I wish I could say to you
that my knees aren't
the only parts of
my body that
are hurting
that sometimes when
I sit in class I sometimes
stop and stare
and my throat starts to
constrict while my
tear ducts plan
their mutiny
I wish I could tell you
that I still remember
the sound of breaking
glass and I still
imagine the moment
of the glass kissing
the ground and, yes,
I still remember
how the shards
sparkled as I sweeped
the floors
I wish I could find a
better way of saying
these words to you
just like how perfectly
arranged the bones in
my body are
I wish I could say to
you that I fantasize
about telling you these
words that are
years overdue
and, no, I am not
okay, and, no,
you're wrong when
you said that I don't
care because I do
I just don't know
how to show it
and I also know
that maybe I'm
not making sense
because the real words
have morphed
themselves into
metaphors for having
been suppressed
for so long
and maybe I'm not
making any sense at all
but
the
bottomline
of this mess
is that I want
to say that I'm
sorry I wasn't
stronger for
you and me
aniket nikhade Oct 2016
Let the present moment in time settle in it’s entirety
Let everything come back to normal from where it started as it is,
as it used to be and as it was prior.
Let everything come back to normal
Let today be a part of routine as was yesterday
Everything will get worked out,
everything will fall in it’s place,
if one decides not to give up.

Odds are part of life
Odds have got a place and make there presence felt in life,
however, life is also incomplete without the inclusion of odds as a part of life
Odds when tackled successfully and overcomed they then determine the calibre, capability and expertise of an individual.

If something has happened for good, then good will be followed by better and better by best, if it’s decided to continue along the same line of getting things done.

To start with something of which there is a faint idea that something like this can be done is the easiest thing
To continue along with the same is an uphill task and that is what is known as doing something apart,
different from routine,
however, everything in life happens over a period of time and so does expertise, which is gained only when experience is earned.

So one way or the other
In someway for sure
Bottomline has always remained the same as it is forever,
Never give up in life,
then no matter what comes along your way.
Always remember
Keep it in mind and follow the same
Never give up in life.
A stubborn heart is deadly. It has the ability to short circuit the brain, exhaust all the sanity in you, crush your spirits, exhume every bit of sanity from the deepest recesses of your body. It can wipe out dreams of fairy tale endings, change your views on life and love --- turning you into this most cynical person alive. You tend to expect more...to your utmost disappointment in the end.Nevertheless, it brings about an exhilarating kind of joy that makes your being come alive. It brings that ultimate enjoyment of loving without hesitating to give your all. Bottomline, it feels good. It feels **** good.Oh if only the latter would happen more often --- forever if possible. Wishful thinking, yes. In the meantime, I'll just nurse this stubborn heart. Might be all it takes to disarm that stubborn man in his own makeshift loveless world. - Feb 25, 2010...for a dear friend
Judy Ponceby Dec 2010
I've been trying to be good.
Doing what I should.

Assessing the patients,
Listening to the cadence.

Typing up the charts,
Listening to the hearts.

Filing up the papers,
Avoiding potential capers.

Not running my mouth,
Or fleeing to the south.

And yet, here I am again,
Called in, actions to defend.

Don't they know,
It's how I run my show.

Patients always come first,
I'd just as soon the paper be cursed.

But, there's the crux,
Bottomline money always sux.

Now, for daring to care,
My sins I must bare.

Will I be fired, retired,
Or just jaded to the point of uninspired.

** Possible followup, pending results, of meeting with boss.
Santiago Mar 2015
I'm thankful very grateful
You became my friend
Who saved my life for eternity
Although it wasnt expected
I guess my heart needed

Real pain from a living love
In the end, never did I pretend
Only when I hid my feelings
I wasn't ready, I was scared
I was truly afraid of loosing you

It would change our ways
I didn't want things to change
Make things complex strange
But it's okay, you made me happy
Once upon a time

Even if you were never mine
Bottomline I'm thankful
However, I can't forget, I was sad
I needed your shoulder
As my heart grew colder & older...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wuYdtC0UuNk
Miss Dan Oct 2013
He was constant.
She was unpredictable.
He was rational.
She was emotional.

He was a dreamer.
She was a believer.
He was a talker.
She was a listener.

He was a critical thinker.
She was an avid reader.
He spoke in a bottomline manner.
She wrote in a metaphorical way.

He was a mechanic.
She was an artist.
He assembled guns.
She crafted poems.

He was a bike rider.
She was a composer.
He was skillful with his engines.
She was passionate with her songs.

He was an entertainer.
She was a public speaker.
He had tenacity.
She had authority.

He was firm.
She was flexible.
He was honest.
She was open.

He was a risk-taker.
She was adventurous.
He was a planner.
She was a goer.

He was happy-go-lucky.
She was often uneasy.
He was drink-and-be-merry.
She was live-life-and-be-happy.

Both responsible in their chosen field.
Both loud, but would sometimes prefer the solitary.
Both travellers, jokers, and crowd-pleasers.

Parallel, but not entirely the same.
Opposites, but not completely contradicting.
Complementary, but not dependent to each other.
Most importantly, loving, but not demanding.

He and She.
You and Me.
daddy, daddy, look! i wrote another poem.
oh. sorry, i forgot. you were never really home.
mummy always said
that boys will be boys-
but why did my daddy
keep the wrong toys?

he never once kissed me on the forehead.
i doubt his tongue could
produce one 'i love you.'
my father never ever sang me a single lullaby.
i bet he wasn't proud no matter what i'd do.

'when i grow up. i wanna be just like my daddy.'
everybody sang that
song at ages 5 and 6.
well look at me daddy! i'm a grown man now,
and if anybody tells me i'm like you, i get sick!

see, it's funny, the part
of you i remember best-
is your back. you were
always walking away.
but walking out on mummy was below the belt,
and for doing that, here's what i have to say.

thanks for walking out
on me, i could take it.
true, i cried, but 9 years
without you around-
created more room for
the thought of 'family;'
broken, but still standing. how does that sound?

thanks for the brains.
figures, chicks dig those
too.
oh! and, i didn't need you to learn to ride a bike.
i've dated before. my
mates gave me 'the talk.'
but i'm single now,
guess, it matters who
you like.

i have a nephew; lively,
bright. you saw him once.
emmanuel, he is your
first daughters only kid.
he makes me see what it is like to be a father.
now i know, there's no
excuse for what you did.

see, we didn't need
money, we didn't need
riches.
all we asked for was
care and your affection.
but the bottomline's, if
i'll ever walk in your shoes-
i hope i will be moving in
the opposite direction.

Keep Smiling
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2018
The planet earth is maybe
the material gold dust of all.
But it’s null on what it bases
purely standing on empty space!

Indeed there is no matter
at the base of the matter.
The nano atoms adherent to
natural scientia split and dance
the bottomline is pure blank!

Cosy slim and delicate atom
continues to deep down.
Stripping off to the quark
zooming in yet far inside
much more further down.

Goodness knows how comfy slim
will it be before it touches down
on to the universe smallest layer.
The matter, confined to natural codes,
in search of the smallest building block
turning to be a matter free off the matter.
Santiago May 2015
How i miss moments that we shared, the special feelings when we stop and stare, my loves faded but it's still there, cuz you know I care I'll always be there for you, cuz you know I truly love you, no lie you possess magic in your eyes, and when you blush all those butterflies, being in your presence felt so right, your love is worth the fight, please forgive me if I did you any wrong, stay strong, cuz your heart is where I belong, through the drama and the hurting pain, nothing changed cuz my feelings forever remain the same, there's times you still cross my mine, my heart regrets leaving you behind, true love is so hard to find, my only wish is to make you mine, our souls connected and that's the bottomline.

(Chorus)

It's a shame we have broken hearts, really young blinded from the start, our first moments spent together, slowly walking by your side, truly last forever a passion I will ALWAYS treasure, rooted deep without a measure, you stole my heart right from the start, never gave it back i lost track, can't you see true love you possess the key, to you and me, the only one who can set me free, Christ means everything, never want to hurt, only kiss you, carry you the very day I marry on our honeymoon, take you to the moon, I hope to you soon, my blessings I adore, my hearts core is bleeding sore, let all your sweetness pour, with surprise chocolates at your door, a red rose my heart chose, who love the most...

(Chorus)

Just imagine my emotions grew, never knew why you boo? You're my spark lighting up the dark, my beauty my super cutie, my white dove sent from above, my pretty girl never trade you for the world, I said goodbye to you and I, never ever wanna see you cry, I tried my only lullaby, tie me up, beat me up, like Buttercup, holding hands walking in the sand, I hope you understand precious, you have a friend until the very end, sunset till sunrise my surprise, if you tired we can start a little fire, spread the blankets lay and cuddle, make a bubble, call it double trouble, take a chance with my romance...

La querida de mi vida, soy el angel que te cuida, todo los dias de tu vida, extrano tu sonrisa, carita linda mi cancion es dedicasion, para la mejor mi primer amor... is you girl _
My Song Composed For My One & Only Lover It's A Secret...
theblndskr Feb 2017
Saving my totality's cost
from further damage,
Against an independent variability
Called  " t i m e ".

And w/ an intercept always constant
No matter how gradual time changes,
Made me  i n d i f f e r e n t ,
From this point forward.

Now, even if million constraints are made, BOTTOMLINE:
**It's only meant to break-even.
Inspired from Cost analysis-Management acctg
aniket nikhade Dec 2016
Everything that goes on in mind is with a purpose
Everything that goes on in the mind has got it’s own purpose.

If not in the present,
then remotely,
somewhere along in the future.
Everything that goes on in mind is with a purpose

Ascertain the same
Underline the cause,
then later on define the same.

Over a period of time it will be realized, understood, agreed and accepted that it’s not only intention that has got it’s role to play while getting things done, but also time is of vital importance.

Defintiely everything that goes on in mind has got it’s own way towards getting things done while in present.

Experience comes first
Expertise later
Once maturity is gained, then it defines the level and depth of experience that is gained with time.

Bottomline remains the same,
understand first,
then move ahead.

Over a period of time it will be realized that everything is not the same
A lot of things have changed in a lot many ways since efforts were made, not only in the direction of getting things done, but also with regards to doing the right thing at the right moment in time.
Thus everything that goes on in mind has got it’s purpose,
try to understand it first, once it’s understood then move ahead.

A few moments will always be spent in understading a stiuation, but then it’s worth the time that is spent, if it’s accepted that not only the same thing need not be done again, but also the same mistake must not be repeated again.

Once the cause is defined,
everything is established in mind, then move ahead.
One step at a time because it’s better late than never
Definitely slow and steady wins the race.
nicaila Jun 2021
Twinkle twinkle my little star
How I wonder how you got that scar
Up above the world so high
I could hear your silent cry
In this lullaby
Let me tell you a story
It's not a mystical fantasy nor just a legend spread by many
It's nothing but a harsh and cruel reality

I once got off on a damaged road
And met this child who wore a tattered coat
No slippers on his ***** foot
On his back was probably some loot
He got somewhere in the neighborhood
The cemented path was scorching hot
Oh how could I forgot?
It's 40 degrees outside and I could see sweat dripping down from his face non stop
How could I bear watch him that way?
So I approached and say if he want some ice tea
The child nodded with his tiny head
I led him to sat on the grass at the nearby park
Talked about things that made me upset
Things that snapped by bottomline thread
With a muffled voice he pretended
To be fine as he recalled scenes that made me shuddered
Who could have known a child who should be in kinder
Is working his bones for what?
A money so meager it couldn't cover his meals for dinner?
It hit me
Blindfolded eyes that couldn't see
That Jack and Jill did not just went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Needeed some lumber
Till the soil for the cucumbers
Catch some fishes at the river
Dig the goldmines deeper
Lights flicker, it's time for supper
Only noodles for the tummy
Where is empathy? humanity?
This was a result of poverty
Lack of responsibility
And a deaf society
His name was Juan and Juan got a sister
Who was so lovely it became her tragedy
Caught the pervert's attention
Made use of her innocence for exploitation
Robbed her dignity
She couldn't care less for your sympathy
She needed for you to stop being a silent somebody
Itsy bitsy spider
Spunning webs on tiny rough fingers
Cover the nose, chemicals in the air
The sharp tools beware
Take good care of your welfare
Ah, why do they have to bid farewell?
To stardust dreams? To fluffy teddybears?
To have notebooks instead of burdens?
To play hide and seek instead of running away from the grim reaper?
Open your eyes, people!
This is nothing simple
This is not a fairy tale
They are our children with stories to tell
Stuck at the deepest layers of hell
Being slaves to demons who don't give a care

It's time to row row row our boat
Gently but quickly down the stream
To rescue Juan and his sister
And a million more who we owed
Childhood memories and sparkling dreams
Row row row our boat
Get that voice you swallowed
Be their voice in a noisy seas
Let the world hear their pleas
To the children who had factory noises as everyday melodies
To the children who had stale breads as cookies
Who had rags as clothes and having shoes means luxuries
Show them that you care
That you are aware
And their hopeful shouts didn't led to nowhere

Twinkle Twinkle my little star
We are not so far
Up above the world so high
I could still hear your silent cry
But be ready to say goodbye
To the life worst than ants

Hold my hands
Let me listen to your heartly laughs
We rowed our boat for that
To see you away from the labor's grasps

Twinkle Twinkle My Little Star
Let me see you shine as the star you are
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2018
Tragedy and us
we are old flames
not strangers.

We shared the same
ancient tree.
Heard the first chirping
of the morning birds
on our tree branch.
And saw nightingale's lament
on the red rose beneath our nest.
Blooming upon a dew
is yet unfathomed by the sea.
We know it because together
we once touched its bottomline!

Deep from the bottom
this pristine sorrow
we know it from time ago.
Then when I sighed
intended to make a noise
splashing out a cloud
off the sorry sea.
But instead of groaning out
to the lotus pool beneath the sky.
It always rained down sweetwater
back to the earth.
Because every destined grief
deep down is filled with nectar!
Monika Nov 2017
for you,
what do you see me as?

An asset to your company?
A deduction in your budget?
A contributor for your project?
Another player for your games?

A slave to do you errands?
A passerby on the corridors?
A giant pebble on your street?
A cute girl watching you from afar?

An actor for your plays?
An entry for your archives?
A fan out of your countless ones?
A calculator for your computations?


Bottomline of this list:
I don't even exist.
We've never even met.
**It must be someone else.
Styles Mar 25
We came together, our bodies and minds, combined. So now we are further inclined,  the outline of the lines of our bodies we define. Bottomline, we are having the same thoughts, at the same time. Intertwined like soul's mates, we art of facts, align like the hands of time.
Santiago May 2015
It's clear to see, great on impact
Heavy duty, metal gear solid on pack
Extracting waste, overthrow this maze
Slamming bodies, dragging bodies,
Slicing bodies, ripping bodies, tossing bodies
Vengeance grows, my urge to ****, and fulfill
Genocidial concensus, holocausting trenches
Line em up, strip them down, tear em up
Into shreds, no caskets to lay in beds, left dead
There's no coming back for me,
I'm free they won't let me live out in peace
I'm greater, nuetral equator, snipe assasinator
Ready for duty, lento but harder than steel
Aim steady ready for the ****, blood spill
In defense, common sense, at any expense
Breaking bones, in the danger zone, al capone
Original state of mind, taking care of mine,
Bottomline, I'm ready to send lead flying,
Bodies dying, bodies frying in flames
You started this game, I finished insane
Creative Expression Detailed As Possible To Make It Interesting.
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.

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