Work From Home

Everyday is a casual Friday,

With formal T Shirts and matching pyjamas,

A hot mug of coffee,

And a day filled with virtual meetings.

Breaks are not many,

Deadlines are too many,

As our bosses think we play all day,

We sit with our hands full on contrary.

Life is such a irony,

We missed home too many times,

But now boring drive to office,

Is all what we crave all day.

Those never ending business calls,

Those fluctuating internet connections,

And overstretched working hours,

Are the new challenges of our work lives.

While others complain,

My husband rejoices,

With new energy and zeal,

He balances work and life.

Paint your canvas

Paint your canvas,

With memories of love,

That reminds you of time,

That once stood still.

Paint your canvas,

With dreams of tomorrow,

That gives you hope,

And leads you to brighter future.

Paint your canvas,

With inspiration from great leaders,

Whose lessons of success and failures,

Helps you cope up with trials and errors.

Paint your canvas,

With words of wisdom,

That gives you power,

To face volatility of mind. 

Paint your canvas,

With colourful experiences,

That contains lessons, 

To guide when you are lost.

Paint your canvas ,

With faith and hope,

To make you strong,

When you fight your inner demons.

Tiny Little Things

Tiny little thrills,

That life gives,

Are like vodka shots,

Filled with slight doses of fear,

And gentle mix of excitement.

Tiny moments of happiness,

Are like glucose drips,

To burned out minds,

Working tirelessly,

To meet all ends.

Tiny little adventures,

Teach lessons of life,

Change perspectives,

Of conservative mind,

And turns cowardly into brave  .

Tiny little achievements,

Are like positive affirmations, 

Thwarting hopelessness,

And bringing in light of hope,

During the days of darkness.

Tiny little tokens of kindness ,

Can repair relationships,

Bring joy and happiness,

As well as enhance love,

With  strangers and closed acquaintances.

These tiny little moments, 

Makes this journey called life,

Filled with roadblocks like experiences,

Bearable and wonderful .

The Revolution

It's a same old story,

A thriving empire falls down,

Due to evil prince and his corrupt conspiracy.

A renaissance begins,

With sacrifice of an innocent soul,

And rebels are born to fight against malign sins.

With public outrage,

Corrupt leaders are brought down,

And their reputation is damaged.

Hope is instilled,

Talent is recognized,

And new empire is built.

History is created,

While world awaits patiently,

For their hero to arise from the revolution they initiated.

The evil prince is killed,

By his own traps,

Of lies, deceit and plans outdated,

And people dance to tunes of victory they achieved.

A stray dog and her hope

The sun shines brightly,
Like her hopes ignited within her softly,
As she thinks optimistically,
“Today will be extraordinary”

Her will is still strong,
As she gets shooed by everyone around  ,
While looking out for food all day long,
For her puppies who are hungry and torn.

The journey is tiring,
With only misery and suffering,
Yet her spirit is burning,
And her hope undying.

There is bag of boiled rice,
Placed outside the house,
 By someone wise,
With caring heart and soft eyes.

She picks it up happily,
Rejoicing each moment excitedly,
As she walks home animatedly,
To her pups waiting for her impatiently.

Weekday blues

Cramped shoulders, 

Tired hands,

Exhausted mind,

Difficult week,

But boy isn’t it weekend yet?

Never ending deadlines,

Overbearing demands,

Limited rewards,

Too many tasks,

But boy isn’t it weekend yet?

Sleepless nights,

Early wake up calls,

Constant virtual meetings,

And no consensus,

But boy isn’t it weekend yet?

Finally weekend arrives,

Self care mornings,

Good night cuddles,

Family unions,

And back to square,

Oh boy weekend is over.

Human touch

In the world of AI chat bots and what nots,
I crave for human touch everlasting and soft,
As well as someone who listens with no filtered thoughts,
And understands with no added cost,
While I share my stories of angst and dreaded thought.