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Just Pay Me Enough

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Just Pay Me Enough

I remember so vividly the day we met

It was my interview for the job but I felt the connect

The team was so good and the promises of growth, even better

I was on the moon when I got the appointment letter

 

I was full of zeal and energy

To show that passion and ambition, mine and yours were, in complete synergy

I worked hard to contribute the best I could

And you appreciated it all as a leader should

 

Together you had said we will grow

I agreed to your every word without beating a brow

The days were good, weeks better

I worked hard to keep up with your directives in words and letter

 

Time flew and together we grew

Your appreciation would make us happy, at times one and at times a few

There were opportunities from your peers and foes

But we were your team and they always would get our no’s

 

Time changed with the slump and slowdown

But we stayed with you agreeing not to bow down

There were no raises and there were no increments

But we never looked elsewhere and stuck by you through these predicaments

 

Then came the pandemic that made us all shiver

But my trust in you did not even once quiver

I thought we would see the times through together 

Grow out of it with our bonds yet stronger

Then came the news of redundancies and layoff

But it didn’t bother me as I thought I have the bonds of togetherness to show off 

Struck me like a blow that my name was on the list

I took it in my stride as I thought you would have tried everything against the tryst

 

How much money you want when you asked

I was taken aback was the bond of togetherness all masked

I am not greedy don’t want a fortune

But wish you could hold my hand till the times were more opportune

Can I put a value on the gone by time?

And forget my zeal, enthusiasm, hard work of years just over a chime?

I wish you well know your monies will come as once again you reach your prime

So just pay me enough to buy back that opportune time

Raja Mukherjee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #74

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #74

PROMPT

The prompt this week is a collage. Pick any one element of it (a picture or quote), or more and let the thoughts flow. The choice is yours.

 

I beg to differ

Not everyone is  a moon

With dark side to hide

Maybe with few flaws

Visible or invisible

Nothing which

A little attention

Awareness or a strong cannot mend

Maybe

They are Stars

small or big

bright or dim

or

A small candle

Perhaps

Giving light to others

Burning till the wax melts 

Divine blessing indeed

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #72

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #72

prompt

rec72

 

 

Quaint Lover

go 

grow

fly in the sky

explore the world

don’t hang to me

I’m rooted 

immobile

 you have wings to fly

don’t look at me

with sad eyes

I’m bad with goodbyes

but promise to me

When you are tired

your wings weak

feel lonely 

and  undesired 

come back to me

I’ll always be there 

waiting for thee

rest in my arms 

I’ll sing a lullaby

 

 

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #229 Win&Lose

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #229 Win&Lose

Sometimes you lose but

win, sometimes you win but lose

In the game of love

Budding Artist

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Thanks to Sonya for this challenge:

Three Line Tales, Week 130

three line tales week 130: acrylic paints

photo by Ricardo Viana via Unsplash

Promising

Child playing with the colors,

engrossed,

oblivious to the surroundings.

More colors on the face than on the canvas.

 Parents hopeful, Picasso in the making?

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 94, “Beliefs & Strange,” #SynonymsOnly

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Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 94, “Beliefs & Strange,” #SynonymsOnly

Life is likea cup of tea

unreasonable

unscientific faiths control

our behavior

however illogical

we are slaves of traditions

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 44- Abstraction

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 44

challenge 44

The format can be a story/poem/rant/anecdotes/journalistic coverage of events/ reflections as usual.

Be straightforward friend
Don’t kill me with your sweetness
Scared of diabetes 
———————————
either you are happy
or sad
show it with full expression
suppression helps you not
only brings depression
you can’t live your life
with ideology alone
enjoy every bit of it
but
in moderation
—————————————-
हवा में सीलापन सा क्यों है कहीं पे कोई रोया है क्या?

महलों में सब सुविधा पाकर कहीं कोई तो   हँस  ना पाए,

जूठन पाकर झोपड़ीवाला  ख़ुशी के मारे  रोया है क्या?

दिन भर खूब मजूरी की पर  शाम को खाना  घर न आया

बिलख बिलख कर रोते कोई  भूख का मारा  सोया है क्या ?

लालच में वृक्ष काट लिए, बीज कभी भी बोये नहीं

 अब मौसम का रुख देखकर कहीं पर कोई रोया है  क्या?

बेटियां कितनी बलि चढ़ा  दी ,एक बेटे  के लालच में ,

आज उसी बेटी की खातिर किसीका का दिल कहीं  रोया है क्या?

सागर से मिलने वाली  नदियों का जल जब  सूख  गया,

आस लगा कर बैठा सागर,बिलख बिलख कर रोया है क्या?

पापों का लेखा जोखा कर कहीं कोई ग़मगीन हुआ क्या

कहीं कोई शैतान ठिठक कर हँसते हँसते रोया है क्या?

यूं तो कारण बहुत मिले , रोज़ रोज़ हँसने  गाने के

बहलाने को चेहरा छिपाकर, बार बार मुंह धोया है क्या

हवा में सीलापन सा क्यों है ?कही पे कोई रोया है क्या?

~इंदिरा

Translation in English

why breeze is so damp, has someone somewhere cried

some never smile even when they get all the comforts of the world

All the comforts at door, can’t make some smile

Has some poor laughed with a little more than expectation

has someone ever cried regretting no seed was ever sown

those who sacrificed girl fetus to get one son

has some mother ever shed tears remembering that girl

has some mother ever shed tears remembering that girl

has sea sometimes cried and longed for them

when the river water could not reach sea ’cause they dried with our negligence

has sea sometimes cried and longed for them
why breeze is so damp, has someone somewhere cried

बारिश/ Barish/ Rains

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Enjoying rains in Mumbai, of course from a safe distance.

सावन तो सावन है 
चपन का हो या 
बुढ़ापे का 
क्यों है शिकवा 
ज़माने से 
कागज़ भी है 
पानी भी है 
कौन रोकता है तुम्हे 
कश्ती तैराने से 
मन तो कभी बूढ़ा 
नहीं होता 
कौन रोकता है 
बच्चों की ख़ुशी में 
खुश हो जाने से 
छत से झांक कर 
मौज करते बच्चों को देखो 
कौन रोकता है 
बारिश का लुत्फ़ 
उठाने से 
~indira

Weekend Writing Prompt #60 – Weave

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Weekend Writing Prompt #60 – Weave

26 words

weaved a dream
with the rainbow colors
the colors faded with
the wear and tear of time
leaving the contentment
at least I
dared to 
dream

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 41

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 41

We are dabbling with Erasure Poetry this week – call it White Out or Black Out as you please.

Erasure is a form of found poetry or found object art created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem.[1] The results can be allowed to stand in situ or they can be arranged into lines and/or stanzas.

BLUE: The Color Of Longing

The world is blue at its edges 

and in its depths

The blue that gets lost
never travels the 
whole distance
from the sun to us

the blue that got lost
the blue that does not reach us
gives color to the colorless water
purer the water 
the deeper the blue
at the horizon
the blue land
seems to be
dissolving in the blue sky
the blue
at the farthest
reaches of the places
where you see for miles
deeper
dreamier
melancholy blue
the blue 
color of distance
the blue
which does not touch us
does not travel the whole distance
is the beauty of the world
so much of which is 
in the color blue.
blue 
at the far edge 
of
what can be seen
the color of the horizon
of remote mountain ranges
of anything
far away
color of emotion
the color of
solitude and desire
the color
where you can never go
for
the blue is not
at the horizon
but in the atmospheric distance
between you and mountains
the color of
longings
for the distance
you never arrive in,
For the blue world
~Indira
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

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कही अनकही बातें

जो हमपे गुज़री सो गुज़री मगर शब-ए-हिज्राँ हमारे अश्क तेरी आक़बत सँवार चले

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poetry and short stories

Pilgrimage Studio

A Journey of Spiritual Significance

As a Girl thinketh....

Love thyself for it's the only cure!

Prerna's blog

Start each day with a grateful heart :)

Picture Perfect Memories for life

Myriad memories frozen in time

A Journey Called Life ...

“Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.” - E. Gilbert

Timeless Mind

All about self realisation, paranormal, dream interpretation and more

Life in Copenhagen

Life in Copenhagen, Denmark, after moving during Covid-19.

Agapē Words of Hope Ministry

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Banter Republic

It's just banter

Glee Sparkle

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satyaanveshan

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कही अनकही बातें

जो हमपे गुज़री सो गुज़री मगर शब-ए-हिज्राँ हमारे अश्क तेरी आक़बत सँवार चले

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a poetic journey with memories