Poem at work

 Poem at work


 This is what i do, when i am not working,writing lines, writing a few more lines which make a poem. What do you do when you are not working ? Writing frees me, i am in a trance and i am floating above my mundane life and watching myself writing a poem on a excel sheet and sometimes (this is confession time, i doze off at work). I use "corporate resources" (adapted from George Saunders) to write a poem. And when a poem is finished, i feel like i am out of a different world. Back in the same old life, waiting for the clock to strike five, so that i can pack my bags and go home.

 i was listening to this song writing this song-Cigarette duet by Princess Chelsea 

 till we meet again, my far, few and dear readers, i love you all.


Poem at work 
she posed,

then closed,

opened to let the world in,

shy again ,

she doesn’t want anyone to read her mind,

to take a journey into deep labyrinths of her mind,

to take a tour among the brewing thoughts in the laboratory of her mind

but she posed

she wanted to exist in the minds of other people

she wanted to be famous

dark and bitchy,

wearing crimson lipstick

but who cared

she cared

on a work day, on a dull afternoon

she dreamed of patched clouds outside,

the sky like a blue colored quilt

she dreamed in the air conditioned room

which conditioned her mind too,

you might see her

playing with her earrings,

she is here, but not here.

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