Corporate Chameleon

I see you stepping into the office
& the very sight makes me nauseous.
Those who see you as human, are mistaken
I know that you’re a living form of Satan.

You, senselessly plan to allocate work
Setting unrealistic deadlines, you go berserk.
Ignoring your work, you’re a serial slacker
Highly unproductive, you just blabber.

Like a fat boy, cherishes cookies & nuts
You worship & lick the boss’ butt.
I get headaches, from your constant chatter
& my ears bleed with your false flatter.

With deceiving words, you manipulate others
Like a chameleon you too change your colors.
While others day-dream about breaking your neck
Yet you work with no professionalism or respect.

Work with dedication & values my friend
Because once your manipulative games end.
Others will kick your rear-end, for your deceit 
 & it’ll hurt, whenever you sit on the toilet seat.

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Note: Yes corporate life can be stressful at times, but sometimes there are certain individuals who add fuel to the fire with their deceitful & manipulative actions. It’s really sad with the way some people resort to indulging in such kind of malpractices at work, with an objective of passing the buck rather than take full ownership of the task assigned to them. This poem in a humorous way tries to expose & criticize that very mentality which seems to be propagating on all levels of professional world.  Work with professional ethics & moral values to earn your daily bread, don’t resort to manipulation in order to climb the ladder. 

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My Superhero Dad

In darkness, you held my hand
My insecurities, you used to understand.
You made me smile, even when I was sad
You truly were my superhero dad.

You comforted me & listened to my fears
Made sure, I remained a stranger to tears.
Things looked good even when they were bad
You truly were my superhero dad.

Against life’s brutal attacks
You always had my back.
But sometimes, I made you sad
Sometimes I failed as a child towards you, dad.

In teenage radically, things changed
As with other things, I got engaged.
That phase, I might have made you sad
I failed to appreciate you, my superhero dad.

Even in pain, for my sake you smiled
I feel privileged be your child.
Reminiscently, I recall the past days we had
You will always be my superhero dad.

Now blinded with tears, to you I say
Dad I look up to you everyday.
I’m sorry if I ever made you sad
You will always be my superhero dad.

 

Note: Any man can reproduce with a woman to have kids, but it takes a special man with strong moral value to raise up his child & be regarded as a ‘father’. To me my father was no less than any superhero for me because not only did he nurture me emphasizing on the importance of moral values in life, but also he was there to rescue me from the various troubles of my life. Although my dad isn’t alive now I still hold on to his memories …some bonds aren’t so fragile that they can be decimated by death. Anyway on Fathers’ day I respect the spirit of universal fatherhood that stands as a symbol of courage & being unconditionally dependable  towards their children. Lastly I personally feel we must not just merely appreciate our dads, instead we must also possess the humility to apologize to our dads for any intentional/unintentional action or statement that might hurt them in anyway. Happy Fathers Day to everyone! ❤

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The Knife

I remember that wretched night
When in darkness, bitterly, I cried
& at my despair, my demons smiled
That helpless night…. I had a knife.

I questioned my existence’s purpose
As I felt like a hopeless clown in a circus.
Corrupted by the problems of my life
That helpless night…. I had a knife.

With tears streaming from my eyes
On my nerve, I placed the knife.
Like a bee yearns nectar, from a bud
The knife yearned the taste of my blood.

I had a dark desire to use the knife
But flashed before me my mother’s eyes.
I slowly realized, my life could impact other lives
& this decimated the seduction of the knife.

I understood the value of my life
As amidst the pain, I learnt to smile.
For others, I decided to rise
That night….. I threw away the knife.

 

Note: From the depths of darkness & depression, our life gets plagued by negative thoughts. I admit I too had suicidal thoughts few years ago. So this poem is a slight peek into my past & also hopes to serve as a message to anyone who might be going through a similar traumatic struggle. To me every life counts, no matter how depressing the situation might be always remember that your mere existence is the reason as to why someone smiles. So why indulge in an act that replaces, that “someone’s” smile with tears of despair?  The knife in this poem is not just an entity but the very embodiment of suicidal thoughts that corrupt & stab the very soul of a depressed person. I urge all my readers to be understanding & compassionate towards the troubles that anyone around them faces. Please show the troubled souls that you care, so that none ever picks up a knife due to depression & helplessness. 

 

The Howling Wolf

One mystic full moon night
When the stars sparkled bright,
I witnessed a delightful sight
Of a wolf emerging in moonlight.

He walked with a scarred face
Yet he had charismatic grace.
With pride  the wolf held his head high
As he stared the moon in the sky.

The wolf was banished from his pack
On him, everyone turned their backs.
Loneliness had corrupted wolf’s every bone
He howled from his bleeding soul, alone.

Although fate oppressed him, he never bowed
From his spirit to the moon he howled.
He howled in agony very bitterly
Expressed the depths of his misery.

The wolf seemed like a saint in the dark
Who secretly expressed the pain of his heart.
His howl was eternal & pure
A manifestation of sorrow that he endured.

The howl was symbolic of past struggles
& his determination to overcome his troubles.
Though alone, but the wolf wasn’t weak
For his endurance & fortitude was mystique.

The wolf that night, made me realize
From our loved ones, we might get despised.
In life bonds break, as compassion dies
Yet walking alone, we should strive to rise.

 

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Note: Being a victim of bad times, there have been times when many loved ones had turned their backs on me. Nothing annihilates the soul more than seeing the emotion love in eyes of people (whom you value), getting replaced by an emotion of hatred. It’s emotionally torturous when someone says you can count on them & they turn their backs on you, abandoning you in a helpless state. Through the medium of this poem I have used the symbol of the wolf’s  howl to express that helplessness & tried to portray it as an act of defiance & fortitude. So never feel broken if anyone turns their back on you, stay true to yourself & don’t be afraid to walk alone if need be, for in life on a tight rope we all must walk alone in order to take a stand for what we believe in.