Apres la nuit

Devil idle

 

lying on a bed or a couch half awake
half sleepy from last nights celebration
thinking in slow motion unsteadily
maybe i am getting too old for inebriation

still yesterday was a great day
we fought and celebrated a glorious win after long
hard work coupled with some luck
always leaves you humming a sweet song

i check my mails idly surf my social net
the net is quiet this morning
as if it too celebrated a lot last night
but check on it , it will be partying by evening

now tasks have to be done
daily chores yet to be begun
so we shake off the idleness like a shaggy dog who got wet
prepare to carpe diem ready get set

still an idle shrug and an occasional yawn
reminds aging bones to rest before dawn

 

 

The Email

I had a query and needed an answer pronto

I have an email group that reaches from Beijing to Toronto

People are real smart on that group and mostly help

Let me write an email and then sit back and delve

In my hurry and my enthusiasm

I made mistakes, kind of electronic spasms

CC-ed the wrong email list and now that is done

My query is unresolved but my e-ordeal just begun

 

Responder A says “too many links dude”

Are you on the payroll, or are you just rude

Responder B says “ you cant win too many pals”

By Emailing academics about corporate stalls

Responder S was the best, he said this is spam

With my e-reputation in tatters, I did a face-palm

Apologized, sent feel good notes, but people were still angry

Maybe they get too much spam daily, and now they get a chance to vent on me

 

Spam is the enemy, unwittingly I helped create.

And the nice (and verrry big) email group can sometimes be provoked to hate.

Sorry Guys, I promise to be careful when I write

Can you answer my question, or do you still want to fight?

 

The Writer

Sorry, the words went, we cant offer you a contract
The cheque is in the mail, said another
I will send the contract shortly, was a thirds refrain
Not now, maybe next year, decade or century

Writers, unite
Nothing to lose,
but your editors and creditors

So once again,
going back to the broken worn laptop,
hammering away keys, to ham away the stoic egoistic grief

You are in the wrong country, color, class,
Just when you thought you got the hang of the game,
The game flipped, from rugby to basketball,
but not quite cricket.

You have been hanging out with the rich kids again,
with the richness of your thoughts to compensate,
for the inadequacy of your pocket.

Time to come back,
Dear writer,
It is time to write.

 

On Demand

On Demand entertainment I need to hear
On Demand information of webcastswhite papers dear
On demand downloads of information I am told I really need
Sometimes it is tough to keep which is shallow what is deep

Is it really on demand or were you overwhelmed and manipulated by the supply
On Demand Supply and estimates of forecasts of influencer of the demand
Friendship is also on demand

But Loneliness is Free and Open Source
And so is Freedom

How many Fans, Followers, Likes can you get
Before your critical mass makes you Viral
Like a Video Bieber whose clothes are torn by crowds

Searching for your 900 seconds of On Demand fame
You want to be paid on demand but work only on a creative fancy
Your on demand laziness is too demanding now
Ceteras Paribus, On demand is too much to demand
and much too on always on 24 7

Give me a book a friend and some peace and quiet
Bet you things arent there on supply but always on demand
Or are they?

 

Machine Addictions

in the middle of essential and inevitable tasks
restless inner conscience wakens and asks
stuck again today to the computer are we now
please remind me this state we reached how

oh we had bills to pay student loans to repay
once we got hooked t’was easy to be carried away
just a matter of time before inevitable voices query
this is my machine that I want to marry

I spend more time with him/her as it is
the Machinery is devoted with focused loyalties
meanwhile the non machine world goes round
strives forth on things less profound

as we stroke the keys and click the mouse
machine addictions will only add to human grouse