The Phoenix

When you soar high, in the sky,
Wings spread, for everyone to see,
If you fall, remember it would hurt the most,
Some would lend a helping hand, while others glee.

But that is life, comes and goes,
Again its time for the pain and the lashes,
What's success for one, who no failure knows,
Again the phoenix, will rise from its ashes!

One fine day

One fine day, the mammoth problems of today, would dwarf and seem small,
You will be tougher, you will smile, amidst the ruins, and stand tall.
 
One fine day, you will no longer miss, the ones that used to be friends,
The melancholy would go, the longing would end, just like all else, ends.

One fine day, they will not be the ones, who share your pain and your grind,
When you awake, they will not be the first, who conjure and come to your mind.

One fine day, you will kill your demons, and you will conquer all your fears,
Find its way happiness would, through those hardships, through those tears.

One fine day, the scars of the past, would dissipate and would be gone,
One find day, you would buckle up, you would walk away and move on.

Never

Never stop loving people, thinking you will be hurt again,
It is like not living life, waiting for death, with fear, in vain.

Never rest on past laurels and think that you are done.
Success is an unending road and you have just begun.

Never believe you know all and think, "now who the hell cares"?
You have just collected shells, while the ocean of knowledge stares!

Never assume people like you and get your emotions soared.
You may just be an option, when they are really bored.

Never leave ethics and do things, and then have a lovely sleep.
Conscience is the biggest law, that would later make you weep.

Never forget the ones that care, while you make relations new,
At bad times, when fair weather friends leave, they will be there for you!

Never let old friendship's lights, extinguish slowly in your heart,
In the path of life, those lights would help, when darkness plays its part.

Never be too proud of your beauty, strength, wealth or power.
A storm in seconds, can take all away, with a mighty shower.

Never think, without you, the world wouldn't see the light of day,
Every graveyard is filled with people, who used to think that way!

As I leave...

As I leave, 4 years older, these massive buildings would still there be,
Phones would still ring, headphones ask, what is the status, where are we?
Busy heads would still peep out, late in the night, to get the never ending work done,
There would be tough times, deadlines to fight, there would be frolic, there would be fun.

As I leave, submitting this laptop; its tired, spent more time with me, than my wife,
The projects, 9 hours a day that took, some weekends and sometimes all my life.
The ID card, duty strung around the neck, a minute of fame with the security guards,
The dreams I saw and could achieve and others that crumbled like a pack of cards.

As I leave, some may never meet, some maybe I will again see,
I know for a moment, many would think, old times and remember me.
Some for an hour, some a day, some relations for a life time,
Some I would meet in another walk of life, or maybe over a glass of wine.

As I leave, know that I will remember all, albeit maybe for different reasons,
I am extremely proud, of what we achieved, as great teams and across seasons.
Sans politics and sycophancy I did my job, by the might of my talent and work,
I am thankful to all, to those who helped and those who put up with my quirk!

As I leave, I would just like to say, it is possible to win and still be good,
One fine day, while looking back, at peace with oneself, a person should.
In this breakneck corporate world, goodwill and ethics may be lost like silt,
Projects get over, companies change, but not the legacy one has built.

As I leave, and the MOC shows, a status of "Presence Unknown",
Things do change and that's the way, we all have seen, all have grown,
In our busy lives, people are lost, when they leave and are gone,
So in life, both you and I would look ahead and just move on.

However should an old e-mail, or a memory, remind you of me,
Undeterred by intrigue, same beliefs, if you search, you will see,
That one is still around, ready to help, no regrets, or hint of sigh,
Holding old fort with dignity, smiling, with his head held high.

Spirituality?

Hopes and desires, through night and day, grinding the heart to dust,
Some genuine, some exaggerated, some vain and some full of lust!

Yes indeed as the spirituals say, these are the root of all sorrow,
But then, without these, man would foresee no tomorrow.

So are we monkeys, jumping, drooling, running to taste every banana?
Or is it "karmanye vadhikaraste maa phaleshu kadachana"?

The former gives lots of sorrow, pain, gain and fun...
The latter really, as realists say, is much easier said than done!