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.
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.
Love it!
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