We have moved into our new office in Sarjapur and as a part of poetry competition penned down
these lines which are indicative of the daily hustle.
The birds that sing and the sun that shines,
All feels so good until the thought which strikes,
From the soft and comfy bed I need to rise.
Miles away from the facilitated city,
With bread and butter in my kitty,
The visionary senses still wanting to feel the peace of the dark,
A long journey up ahead need to dress smart,
Off I set to catch the auto debited postpaid 4 wheeled cart.
Steering and braking on every corner of the road,
My heart feels so contented when I see the company board.
Amidst the greens and beneath the blue sky,
A majestic structure which stands so high.
Standing on the ground it looks so tall,
Hundreds like me within the concrete wall.
Survival of the thinnest is the mantra to get into one of those lifts,
Reaching the destination in one go is just a myth.
Pioneer or engineer you still need to greet the guarded wall,
Authenticity as a virtue it might open the doors to the big hall.
With sleepy eyes I look out of the window to sight a glimpse,
So high above the ground it sure gives you the jinx.
All so clustered and packed close by,
Yet you ping to call the person nearby.
You walk that extra mile to grab a drink,
For a mini re-union you set the brink.
Its noon, when I come down for lunch,
Spotting few empty seats I rush to dive,
Only to hear a voice say "We are already five".
Amongst a huge crowd under the same banner, it all looks so new and strange,
End of it all there's always something good about a change
There is never a destiny where you will feel satisfied,
Every new development seems mystified,
There’s not much to think but to agree that the change is to get us all unified,
A new workplace and upcoming facilities so that your lives are simplified.
Day goes by with bugging and debugging,
One eye staring out to see the sun setting,
Fait accompli you rush down like you are running a marathon,
Moving through the crowd, which poses a challenge even to the Python,
You grab a window seat as if it were a tourist bus in Rome,
Hours later you open your eyes much to the content to find "Home Sweet Home".
All feels so good until the thought which strikes,
From the soft and comfy bed I need to rise.
Miles away from the facilitated city,
With bread and butter in my kitty,
The visionary senses still wanting to feel the peace of the dark,
A long journey up ahead need to dress smart,
Off I set to catch the auto debited postpaid 4 wheeled cart.
Steering and braking on every corner of the road,
My heart feels so contented when I see the company board.
Amidst the greens and beneath the blue sky,
A majestic structure which stands so high.
Standing on the ground it looks so tall,
Hundreds like me within the concrete wall.
Survival of the thinnest is the mantra to get into one of those lifts,
Reaching the destination in one go is just a myth.
Pioneer or engineer you still need to greet the guarded wall,
Authenticity as a virtue it might open the doors to the big hall.
With sleepy eyes I look out of the window to sight a glimpse,
So high above the ground it sure gives you the jinx.
All so clustered and packed close by,
Yet you ping to call the person nearby.
You walk that extra mile to grab a drink,
For a mini re-union you set the brink.
Its noon, when I come down for lunch,
Spotting few empty seats I rush to dive,
Only to hear a voice say "We are already five".
Amongst a huge crowd under the same banner, it all looks so new and strange,
End of it all there's always something good about a change
There is never a destiny where you will feel satisfied,
Every new development seems mystified,
There’s not much to think but to agree that the change is to get us all unified,
A new workplace and upcoming facilities so that your lives are simplified.
Day goes by with bugging and debugging,
One eye staring out to see the sun setting,
Fait accompli you rush down like you are running a marathon,
Moving through the crowd, which poses a challenge even to the Python,
You grab a window seat as if it were a tourist bus in Rome,
Hours later you open your eyes much to the content to find "Home Sweet Home".
4 comments:
Our same old daily routine well put in words.. :o)
Same here...
We keep waiting for the 6:30 cab. All of us back again at 6:30 to have fun, pull each others legs, shout on top of our voices...
Oh wat fun it is.... :o)
Sounds like an entire rush altogether. Concentrating on work without missing a beat..
Its Fun Spu??? :O
Totally, Ajan.. :)
nice one ., though lill heavy :D
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