Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Office Story
You hook up your ears and you hook up your eyes.
Your watch is burning and your mood keeps turning.
Sometimes, the fan is slow or the AC is low.
But that won’t count when your work is to account.
You smell sth. fishy and you say something bitchy.
These qualities of women are not unknown to professional men.
I sense some glory and find a story.
Some shine while some are ingloriously mine.
I am typing this message or is it a passage?
I am narrating this story or writing poetry?
Now whom shall I ask, to whom give this task?
Everyone here is my friend and not a soul is a fiend.
To whom shall I request, to travel this quest?
The question is same, but the answer needs to be a name.
To the Night
As Phoebus' fire sinks beyond the horizon
Leaving the world under the mantle of eve
The darkening sky resembles the hearts
Of those who grieve.
The first stars are now rising
Like the morning sun lighting up the dew
The moon - a pale maiden has arisen
And lights up the mews.
Softly the breeze blows
Through streets once thronged at day
The moon and stars brighten the world below
Replacing the light of day.
The inky veil stretched across the sky
Once filled with the fleece of cloudy gown
Is bedecked with the stars and moon
Like the many jewels in a celestial crown.
By- Joy De Costa
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