"startup" poems
“She toddled in the mighty Duck
And almost never was”
Whether by design or luck
Or maybe just because
Summertime in Tennessee
So scorching hot and dry
The family thought a swim could be
Relief so we would try
While swimming came so easy
For most of us that day
But Mom was water queasy
So on the bank she lay
My friend and I, we swam like fish
In the deep Duck River
A day that would make you wish
This fun could last forever
My baby sister was so small
She could barely walk
She toddled and then down would fall
And jabbered with her talk
So Dad had moved into the deep
That’s when I saw it well
My sister ran without a peep
Into the Duck she fell
Momma screamed and I just froze
And out of sight she went
The muddy Duck would now propose
Another life be spent
My Dad had sprung to action
On hearing of the scream
He dived as a reaction
Into the muddy stream
.
.
.
And many years would pass us by
She studied hard and long
Nothing was too tough to try
She never got it wrong
A Ph.D and drug design
She makes the pills you need
If you were really in a bind
And needed meds indeed
She plays piano and reads the books
And knows so much inside
She sews and cleans and then she cooks
With logic as her guide
Accomplishments on every level
Complete and tried and true
But humble, never would she revel
In all that she could do
.
.
.
He came back up and looked around
His eyes began to beg
He dived again and there he found
And grabbed her by the leg
Upside down he pulled her up
And water did pour out
And soon we heard her cry startup
Relief without a doubt
.
.
.
Remembering that day and so
A blessing to repay
That was sixty years ago
But feels like yesterday
I sometimes think of all the luck
That happened just because
“She toddled in the mighty Duck
And almost never was”
Nov 1, 2022
Nov 1, 2022 at 5:18 PM UTC
Conflicted, conflicted
My mind so encrypted
There is no escape, my memories inflicted
Pouring through thoughts as my emotions drifted
Searching for absolution, through sands of sorrow I've sifted
Conflicted, conflicted
My spirit isn't lifted
Entombed from mistakes wondering what I did
Errors and consequences and a farewell I do bid
Conflicted, conflicted
Thoughts and emotions contradicted
Standing here hollowed, my heart evicted
Still is the world, not much to be gifted
Error, error
Fear and terror
Time to shut down or be lost all over
Again and again with my soul torn asunder
Error, error
Shut down or be caught by despair
To late, it's here, it caught me unaware
The damage is absolute with no way to repair
Error, error
It will never be better
Not a shred of care
Caught in Medusa's stare
Begin rebooting sequence
Letting shutdown commence
Countdown has begun
Five, four, three, two, one
Nothing but darkness
Soul as a black screen filled with emptiness
Clearing all of my thoughts, my whole head
If I didn't reboot, I'd be as good as dead
Startup commence
Beginning with mental defense
Fortification complete
Open emotional files, hit delete
Blank canvas and nothing more
An empty shell of what I was before
It will happen again and again
It will stop, but nobody knows when
I am a blank slate but in the depths of my mind
Are the thoughts and feelings I wish I could leave behind
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
startup…
logon… password “Hello Friend”
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC
This anxiety,
is making me anxious.
Feeding itself,
until it becomes dangerous.
It’s PTSD,
of some varying degree.
Each startup and failure,
taking its toll on me.
The inability to remember,
the pain and the fear.
Forgetting the scars,
that should be so clear.
The voice in your head,
reassuring you.
Saying this time will be different,
when you know it’s not true.
Louder and louder,
till it starts to scream.
Your anxiety grows,
and splits at the seam.
Then you give in,
letting go at last.
The voice takes control,
and repeats the past.
Another, another!!
It screams in a growl.
More, more!!
A predator on the prowl.
Then it is gone,
and you’re just floating there.
Trying to make sense of things,
trying to be aware.
Then it all crashes down,
and you’re drowning in hate.
You’re full of self loathing,
and memories that exacerbate.
Now the long road ahead,
seems to have no end.
Your chest hurts so bad,
and the tremors set in.
You can’t eat or sleep,
so you traumatize your brain.
You’re scared you might die,
but you’re more scared of the pain.
Four days and you’re better,
but the memories end.
Then that tiny voice,
starts to whisper again.
Over and over,
rinse and repeat.
Slowly killing yourself,
for a small fix of heat.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
You are used to being overloaded with work
That's what happens when you work in a startup
Especially a startup dealing in Recruitment
That too, not run-of-the-mill Recruitment
You specialise in niche roles
Thus, you need to invest a lot of time and effort
In order to pull off closures
Yes, a recruiter's life is never going to be easy
But Recruitment pales in comparison to Research
When you are working on a major research project
You are essentially taking part in an almost never-ending race
Against that elusive devil, Time
A race you can ill afford to lose
And the race track is far from straight
In fact, it is full of twists and turns
Some of them are even more dangerous
Than those hairpin bends you often encounter
While driving up the mountains
There are also numerous obstacles along the way
And to cap it all
There are no prizes for winning the race
On the other hand, if you lose
There will be a stiff penalty
In the form of losing the client, for ever
And what's worse
Is the fact that your credibility will take a massive beating
From which it will be quite difficult to recover
Life will never be the same again
So, you have to win, no matter what
Of course, you are used to working hard
Whether it be Recruitment or Research
So, you put your best foot forward
And work out of your skins
Putting off sleep as much as possible
Even when your body is protesting vociferously
Against this blatant abuse
To add insult to the injury
Your laptop shows you the middle finger
And your phone literally dies
Sending you into a brainfade
That would have put even Australian cricketer Steve Smith to shame
Luckily, your father's presence of mind saves the day
But your troubles are not over yet
The harder you work
The more confusing the project gets
It's like being trapped in a maze
Except that it's a thousand times worse
Because the maze is controlled from outside
As if it were a puppet
With your boss pulling the strings
Thus, the harder you try to find a way out
The more you get trapped inside
With every passing hour
Hope slowly drains out of you
Until you are forced to admit
That all you can do, is pray
And keep praying for all eternity
Hoping against hope
That Harry Potter and his friends will save the day
Feb 24, 2023
Feb 24, 2023 at 12:46 PM UTC
Recruitment is an utterly thankless job
Especially if you are handling an Investment Banking role
That too when working in a startup
You spend hours and hours
Searching frantically for candidates
Who possess the requisite skills and experience
Followed by days and days
Speaking to a plethora of candidates
Facing rejection after rejection
Watching your own confidence nosedive
After almost every conversation
And then gritting your teeth and continuing to burn the midnight oil
After you finally manage to share a few relevant resumes
By the skin of your teeth
You breathe a sigh of relief
Knowing that your job is half done
Everything runs smoothly from thereon
Till the offer stage
When the candidate decides to back out
Having received a better offer elsewhere
And you are back to square one
However, you resume the search
With a renewed vigour
And put your heart and soul
Into finding a suitable replacement
Your efforts are duly rewarded
However, misfortune strikes again
The candidate develops cold feet
And gets retained by his present company
You have to go back to the drawing board, yet again
However, you refuse to give up
And work harder than ever
Determined to be third time lucky
Alas! Fate turns its back on you, yet again
The client proves to be a tad too miserly
Thus pushing your candidate away
However, you continue to resist bravely
Against all odds
Determined to prove a point
More to yourself, than anyone else
However, history repeats itself
For the fourth time in a row
And you are left bruised and battered
In the face of a year full of bad luck
Which has brought you a record seven backouts
And all you can do now
Is to pray, and keep praying
For 2022 to end as soon as possible
Recruitment, is indeed an utterly thankless job
Dec 6, 2022
Dec 6, 2022 at 1:29 AM UTC
Hey sadness,
When will you let me move on?
Always by my side
I let my happiness slide.
Autumn leaves
I never seen one before
The withering leaves
Just fall,fall.
I want to feel fire
Overwhelm inside my body
Burn it up, turn it up
Give me a new startup.
A new start
Even if I want, I cannot
But forever we are young
To my dreams and hopes, keep hanging in.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 5:15 AM UTC
Two days of hard toil
Searching through portal after portal
Company after company
And speaking to candidate after candidate
And what I am left with
Is nothing
Absolutely nothing to show for my efforts
One candidate doesn't find the role exciting enough
Another candidate loses interest
After hearing the name of the client
The next one is not looking for a job in the first place
For the one that comes after
Relocation turns out to be a deal breaker
And the rest of them are simply too busy
Too busy to even pick up the **** phone
However, I decide to keep at it
Only for the rejections to continue
One guy eventually shows a bit of interest
But he has too many questions
Questions that neither I can answer
Nor can my boss!
Of course, Recruitment is never an easy job
Especially when you are working in a startup
But to succeed in Recruitment for Investment Banking roles
You really need to pull off a Harry Houdini!!
Jun 14, 2022
Jun 14, 2022 at 12:10 PM UTC
Your startup
For this life
Is not to
Oblige over
Illusions
Phantom hopes
Connecting the dots
Redefine the patterns
Drain the energy
And unveil
All the unsolved mysteries
Since ancient time
Your purpose
Is to share the flame
Your own reality
That hold within
Being aware
Not to be right
Every time
For
Authentic happiness
Fulfillment
Harmony and dignity
Living life, simple
Being eternal light
In your own way
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 8:17 AM UTC
The treasure chest
Her ((Piece De Resistance))
French skills of perseverance
She was a hollow crown of jewels
Not the zircon bright yellow
The darker to see you my dear
near my pillow
That death by chocolate how
she craved those sweets
Graveyard shift current events
Those men dark Batman suits
water skiing and internet surfing
That bat eye batmobile showdown
missile
Cells and locks to open the
gate and keys
A hell of a wish never on
Sunday to ring her bell the Siren
She made their hair home
Sunday dark gravy
Lips were too thin and skully
Was a cycle her lowdown
Shot glass don't touch my Philly
So gravely razor suit and a shave
Her mouth Tornado
But the vivacious Viking
Crypt look hellhole
The gathering dead again
Santa dead pole
couldn't stop bickering
No-one cared to notice her
dreadlocks
"The Cryptocurrency"
what urgency
She was drawn into the
Arsenic and Lace
Viva Las Vegas roll the dice
Cryptic engraved cellar
Like the maestro was playing
his serenade
She-devil Pillar
catching her death of cold
Feeling high winding staircase
Wearing her gown ripped lowdown
Being blown off the town lace
Oh! Fiddlestick with the
***** of light
Breaking free from husbands sight
The rise of the current storms
heads up she drinks Grand
dead Marnier
Took over such a restraint
This wasn't black and gray
spray paint
What a fiercest most recent
ancient current events
Reptilian and it was the
family of witches and covens
Words engraved so cryptically
She was wearing her
snakeskin bag signature
The body of dead sea such rapture
The fire feet stepping over seashells
Takes the hell out of Sahara snakes
She got a backdraft
Black widow of waistlines
13 inches Spyder Graphics
Those shifters and heretics
He was the Rocky face
The shorelines those laugh-lines
Sad clown dark eyes scratched
The cat feline
Her addiction was the guylines
Crypt crooked cop fines
Another startup kit
The dark edgy women her
legs just fit
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
These are tough times
As far as Recruitment is concerned
Of course, Recruitment is never easy
Especially when you work in a startup
But a year like 2022
With backout after backout
And consequently rework after rework
Really takes the biscuit
Here I am
Without a single closure
In the last ten frigging months
And thus having my confidence shredded to pieces
One would think
That I badly need a break
In order to recharge my batteries
You, on the other hand
Decided to add to the burden
By assigning me, not one
But three extra mandates
Mandates that are not only difficult
But also rather time-consuming
And require dealing with a client
That has tested our patience
On multiple occasions
And on top of that
I have to come to office as well
Of course, it is all smooth sailing
As far as the onward commute is concerned
Thanks to the ever reliable AC local
The return, however, is a different ballgame altogether
Because you always make me late
Thus, I never manage to catch the AC local
And by the time I reach home
I end up hating you to the core
You are lucky magic doesn't exist
Because if it did
You would have been dead a long time ago
I would have seen to that
Anyway, coming back to reality
I have always been tolerant
But, as my grandfather would say
There is a limit to everything
And if you are expecting me to work on Saturdays as well
You are exceeding that limit
And then I will have no choice
But to leave, once and for all
As I've already mentioned
I have always been tolerant
However, my tolerance now runs thin
Nov 4, 2022
Nov 4, 2022 at 1:51 PM UTC
Maybe a relative startup
a sequential ***** up
two pointed fingers to the head
the deviation which brinks into
fast-fall, go-for-the-hell-of-it
momentum, an all consuming
build up, edging to the cliff
fall to the expanse of water
plummet with head tilted first
Swimming through days
spinning to endure the suffocation
how one can never save oneself,
how the world's axis must sway opposite
in my head of direction, because
if it did, I would never have to feel like this
Maybe that's why the arrays of the sunshine
passes through me and not over me,
not to blessed by the reminiscent of halo glimmer
keep a still smile, wake to the smell of black coffee
how I am amazed how I haven't burst,
how emotions elapse and thoughts beat
against the side of my brain
and to keep a still smile
sometimes what will I give
for a still mind
and this very thought
scares me
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
Droppin' on in,
It's been a minute since we've talked,
Your hair has grown,
Your face has faded,
It used to be brighter
If memory serves.
Have you been well?
New job? New love?
Only if you don't mind.
Have you heard that new song?
Have you seen that movie?
How's that startup idea gone?
Where has all the time gone?
We should talk again sometime.
Or not,
Whichever you prefer.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
Returning to work
After a rather enjoyable weekend
Is hardly something to rejoice about
Especially when you are handling Recruitment
And particularly when you work in a startup
A startup that supposedly gives you freedom
Freedom for the employer, that is
To keep nagging his employees
From time to time
But not freedom for the employees
To work as per their convenience
You feel like a balloon
Pressed on all sides
By the boss, candidates and clients
One false step
And Boom! you are back to square one
And left with a mountain to climb
At the speed of light
You know, though, what's the worst part?
It's the uncertainty
Whether it be in finding relevant resumes
Or speaking to a bunch of candidates
And trying to convince them
Or, if you do somehow manage to convince someone
Waiting for him/her to share the CV
Is like watching that infamous innings of Sunil Gavaskar
In the 1975 World Cup
It kills you from inside
Such that, you just can't wait
For a miracle to happen
Which involves the client
Uttering the magic words
"This position is temporarily on hold"
Aug 16, 2022
Aug 16, 2022 at 8:41 AM UTC
for stillbirths
what is time
infinity and startup
life and death
unresolved node
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
So… you have a dream, a passion, a burning feeling that if only you can get that job, or become famous, or get rich, or be a doctor, or make that startup, or write that book… then you will have it all, you will be complete, or at the very least… it will make you happy.
So you work, you work hard because you know that the key to success is determination… there are some days that you want to give up, but that is to be expected, after all, nothing worth doing is easy, right? It does not matter how difficult it is… because you know it’s not about now, it’s about later… it’s about how great you’ll feel once you finally accomplish that dream of yours.
And before long, you’ve become bitter… you are so focused on moving forward, so locked in this tunnel vision, not being able to look behind you... all that’s real to you is to keep going ahead, ahead, ahead… and this place? the now? it’s just a stop along the way, and so are all those pesky long years that came before it… clearly, this is all leading up to some grand final, your dream… the thing that will validate all the long days spent working towards whatever it is you want, something that will validate you, or so you keep telling yourself.
And one day, perhaps you give up… or perhaps, you find that you’ve arrived, you are finally here, you’ve achieved whatever it is you wanted… you celebrate, you feel amazing for a day, maybe for a week, maybe you are still content after a month or two… until… ever so slightly, so slightly you barely even notice… it all becomes boring to you, and now, you reflect, and you take in the meaninglessness of your achievement.
And then, one day… you get a dream, a burning sensation you cannot describe that if you can get that job, or become famous, or get rich, or be a doctor, or make that startup, or write that book… then you will have it all, you will be complete, or at the very least… it will make you happy.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
I've wanted to write something for days now.
But what?
What's worth putting to pen?
What matters to me now and here?
What matters at all?
A paper that will never be published.
A song that will disappear into the abyss of music memory.
A website for a startup that could never take off?
Countless countless research papers to read for a research project that I'm not supposed to work on yet.
How should I be spending my free time?
Is there something inherently wrong in asking that?
But really, I need to know. Is it correct that I'm spending my vacation finishing projects?
Perform a song. Move on to practice a different song. What song? Except I need to practice something an hour a day.
Meet a friend for coffee. We go to a museum we've both been to too many times . Why are we here? Except that we want to be together.
What does it mean to want to spend the day with someone but have no idea what to do?
What does it mean to have so many long meaningful conversations that you can't remember the subject of?
Is it the people that matter?
The common agreement to keep a bond?
Is it the exploration of creativity that matters?
The continuous honing of skills into activities I enjoy and take pride in?
Am I perfecting my projects? Am I perfecting myself? Is that what is correct to do on vacation?
Perhaps this poem was just another item to check off an arbitrary to-do list.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC