Saturday, April 22, 2006

Regular Joe's regular day

With nothing much to write,
think hard enough though I might,
I shall venture to say,
What makes the regular joe's day.

In twenty three summers that I've seen,
Never the early riser I've been.
With a sword aloft,I ride the horse
And slay the demon (read boss).

And so goes my routine dream,
Where the joe reigns supreme.
joe's love,when the princess seeks,
the chain of slumber breaks.

An encounter with water,the skin doth refrain,
the mere thought sends chills down the spine.
The deo bought from the retail store,
On second thoughts,I spray more.

An insipid breakfast of paratha,aloo and cabbage;
Positive thinking-wow,its better than garbage!
And so begins another day,
'God!help me through this',I pray.

Being destiny's favorite playtoy,
My job was fate's cruel ploy.
With the thing thats called a boss
work is never a bed of rose.

As I pretend to browse the file,
frustration builds when time plays snail.
Many a times the eyes look,
at the most motionless thing,the clock.

Eons later,we call it a day.
By then the mood is most grey.
Back to room,its time to go,
With the flow,the stone has to go.

Bedtime - catharsis and introspection.
another day marked by utter inaction.
using mine and friends' fingers
I count my failures.

By now,nostalgic and bereft of hope
I pursue my dreams and complete the loop.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh?

April 25, 2006 7:02 AM  
Blogger the Monk said...

nice one...t'made for fun reading...

April 25, 2006 7:27 AM  
Blogger The Regular Joe said...

Monk:Welcome to my blog.Thank you.

April 26, 2006 4:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

very good

May 04, 2006 4:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

u have a nice sense of humour

May 04, 2006 4:21 AM  
Anonymous ganesh said...

nice da

May 20, 2006 12:47 AM  

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