Sunday, December 28, 2008

Lovelock Spot


I stand by the same spot.

By the same spot I wait:

Waiting long; Waiting strong.

 

The morning dew & evening laze unfazed.

The Evening laze unfazed, I stand

As a rock; a rusted lock

 

Your love untrue or true,

Untrue or true doeth not break me

And stands my heart unbroken; unshaken.

 

The mob it flows in questions & awe

In questions & awe, unsure & unhope

Of my love’s daylight break; my ceaseless wait.

 

A distant tune of hope strums

Hope strums from a street child’s handmade strings

And stand I inspired; and I wait for you.

 

Sometimes a mirage deludes

A mirage deludes me of your coming sight

A sight I wait – for, unfazed in your love.

 

I plead to my lord – the Supreme

My lord: ‘To you I give myself,

But allow me one final sight of my love.’

 

‘Oh lord! Allow me the pleasure of her company,

Her accompany on this blessed land

The playground of Lucifer & thyself.’

 

In my words heartfelt & slightly distraught;

Slightly distraught but still lovestrong,

I stand by the same spot.


I stand by the same spot.

By the same spot I wait:

Waiting long; Waiting strong.


Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The Last Guy in Office

He sat lost with five reports to go.
In urgent & important their priorities scale.
Ten it struck, he had been in from day break.
Work now piled unending & bleak.

His friends cried for him – ‘Get a life’;
But his ambition’s drive took no ear of it.
Says a friend of his, ‘You will wake up one day,
All down and dreary, and pray back for this day!’

Trading private desires for public needs
He toiled only for satisfying incessant greed -
Unending, of those beyond his questioning authority lay.
A twinkle sparkles from his tears that lay.

Wishes & pleasures evaded him.
While a tear itself with no purpose rolled,
Down his sunken eyes in an unending leak.
Work now piled unending & bleak.

Who shall answer for his pleasures lost?
Who shall answer for the time that he lost?
Only he! Himself, will wake up one day,
All down and dreary, and pray back for this day!

A silence spread in the office space,
As though in mourning was this dreaded space.
Ten it struck, he had been in from day break.
Work now piled unending & bleak.

- Arun Raj