Awaiting The New Year - An Evolution

Coming, Coming 31st is Coming!!
Friends, Let's get that Old Man Burning
A Stuffed Effigy - "Is he Santa Clause?"
"Don't be silly!! That's what this Year Was"

Coming, Coming 31st is Coming!!
Hello, old friend, what're we planning?
"Nothing this time. It's the Graduation Year"
"Next year, let's see, will be a time to cheer"

Coming, Coming 31st is Coming!!
A Friend in Beijing, while some of us still struggling
A year I thought would be one to reckon
Sufferings and Pain - Life just moves on

Coming, Coming 31st is Coming!!
Husbands, Wives and Old Friends singing
Some thin, some fat, some out of shape
"All friends here" - a Picturesque Landscape

Coming, Coming 31st is Coming!!
Hairs are graying. my Friend is dying
Nightmares I see - A friend in a Wreath
We'll meet again - "coz there's Life after Death"

Mumbai as I See It [As a result of my stroll from Marine Lines to VT Station]

This road still manages a million feet
Including some Pegions on the Street
Boy and Lass on the sea-front abound
All amiss from a college ground

A Beggar fighting Pegions for grain
If that isn't pain, man am I insane?
Sea Waves lash the shores for a peek
"This coast has nothing to show" - You freak

Many a hawker shutting his door
"There's a Police (a bandit) on the floor"
Huge skyscrappers soaring high
All built by slum dwellers a mile by

Blaring Horns and Busy Crossroads
"Move Fast", says the Signal - "Vehicles here are in hoards"
Churchgate to Eros, or Eros to the Gate
All muttering to themselves - "This is my fate"

Victorian Architectures serving junk food below
Pitstop it is for stomachs that bellow
Trains call from the Victorian Dome
"C'mon my lad, let me take you Home"

Thundering past Station and Slum
This is Mumbai, my dear chum

A Veggie Crying in the Canteen dustbin

A Vegetable I was, now lying beside a Bone
Plucked from a field amidst an arid zone
Cried I then, bading goodbye to my Brothers
Many of who were small little Flowers

From Villages to Cities to Streets to a Corporate
Landed in a place, where Humans hardly ate
Here Waste is paramount - an Appetite Famine
Saw some of my seniors in a nearby dustbin

A Rich lad Chewed and threw me below
Said he - "I don't have any "mood" to swallow"!
While beggars outside fight for half of me
An Irony - How different can two stomachs be?

Wish I could warn my friends in the field
"t'is okay to be half-eaten by a sparrow's beak"
'nstead of rotting in a bin, with fungi on your cheek"

Once upon a Corporate World

Phones Blare and "Walkmen" Sing
Doers and Workers, all seem Missing
The odd true worker is shown the Door
A Sin he committed - Demanding wages More

Human Resource - the human reduced to a resource
"What's wrong with that? t'is the right course"
say some Head Honchos
and a lot many Bozos

Heard something called "Company Culture"
There's more of such causing mental torture
"Programming and Logic" seem like relics of the past
How long is all this going to last?

A Maddening setup with Ginuea Pigs Galore
"Brains Fed" - Ready to Fly across the Shore
"Brain Dead" - A Pig is back imagining it can Roar
Fortune Hundred await a Software Whore
The time is ripe - Back to Onsite from Offshore

Ramblings of the Rambler

"Who am I?" - a daily question for the morn'
"What shall I be?" - the mind's still torn
"Is it sufficient if I can simply smile?"
What a Rhetoric? I bet I'm getting senile

Expectations and Perceptions - Do I need to care?
Right now, all I am drawing is a blank stare
Am I a Hypocrite - a charlatan? Can I say no?
Life will unfold - and the Truth I shall soon know

"Live a Life for Others" - Whoa, Easier said than done!
Why, Is there a being - living a life for me?
"An Old Man and a Woman, who call you Their Son"
Ah Yes, "Selfish" - one word that describes Me!

The Evening Sun's shining bright
And there's still lots more to write
Questions of the morn' remain Unanswered
One life's too short for many thoughts so scattered

"Ramble on" I cry to my Mind
It's Night now - Darkness arrives and I stay blind

My Corporate Limerick - (Based on constant cribs I heard in Phoenix)

Corporate World - Oh I love those Gimmicks
A Shady World with few dumbfounded Cynics
An L1, an H1, more Greens and Green Cards
Is all I hear from many a Retards
"Growth" is a "Reward" for he who Licks

Paati Rap

Yeah, huh, Yeah huh
Yo Paati...dis ones fo ya'all Paati types from da South..
Coz me was da victim of your Glockmeister-like Mouth

t'was the war of the worlds
Heaven - dats me...and da Hell -- Yeah You!
Was it mah fault dat I got some teeth
U shoulda asked God why You'd just two

One day I holler post mah hair-cut
U for real...u called me Untouchable
I try to yell..."My dear Paati; but"
A Cane I see...and I run on the double

A heaven front ..and da hell right behind
Now come Let's see ...Whats on mah mind

"You ate dat food...and the floor's not clean"
I say chill Paati...I can vacuum Clean
"U kiddin me...Here's some pure Cow dung"
"Now hold your breathe"...just cried my lung

My dear Paati dotes on Carnatic
I say.."Hey Paats, c'mon what's up with the stick"
Out come foul words like Kachcheri
Run, Vishy Run, Just Bray Sorry

Oh Paati dear, now where are you?
Woe is me...will I ever see you?
Hell is Me, and heaven is you.
It's only now I realize how really that's true

Bonnet (Bad Sonnet)

"Wake up Nut", barfs my Cuckoo Clock
"Five Times I've Yelled, Will do one last Time"
"What the Devil!" Did someone knock?
"No" learnt my mind, "Need to work this rhyme"

Toothpaste on my shave, Shaving Cream on the brush!
Oh C'mon not again, this life really sucks
A Five Minute Bath 'fter the Toilet Flush
It's Office time, gotta make some bucks

Some code, few calls - It's a Blah Blah fare
What's all this - Has the Mind gone askew?
Hell no, it's the great World of Software
Oh Thank God, thought the Mind lost a screw

This thirteenth line completes my Sonnet
You forgot again...it's only a Bonnet

An Ode To McKinley

O Mighty McKinley, Lord of Denali
died, I almost climbing atop thee
O Father of Whites, Browns and far away Blues
The Northern Lights too lent thou their Hues

Glaciers you show - not one,two but Many
The Musk Ox too says - "Wish it's more Sunny"
The Grizzly, the Caribou and the Ice Worm
from Your Heavens above, all seem to squirm

Heaven only knows "Will I ever be back?"
t'was Kind of you allowing me a ride on Your Back

Mumbai as I See It [As a result of my stroll from Marine Lines to VT Station]

This road still manages a million feet
Including some Pegions on the Street
Boy and Lass on the sea-front abound
All amiss from a college ground

A Beggar fighting Pegions for grain
If that isn't pain, man am I insane?
Sea Waves lash the shores for a peek
"This coast has nothing to show" - You freak

Many a hawker shutting his door
"There's a Police (a bandit) on the floor"
Huge skyscrappers soaring high
All built by slum dwellers a mile by

Blaring Horns and Busy Crossroads
"Move Fast", says the Signal - "Vehicles here are in hoards"
Churchgate to Eros, or Eros to the Gate
All muttering to themselves - "This is my fate"

Victorian Architectures serving junk food below
Pitstop it is for stomachs that bellow
Trains call from the Victorian Dome
"C'mon my lad, let me take you Home"

Thundering past Station and Slum
This is Mumbai, my dear chum