A Poetic MBA

Here is a link to my poetry book.

Read and Enjoy, Poetic stories of an eccentric MBA.

http://www.lulu.com/content/1028221

An example-

A poem to a MBA batchmate  shot dead

Manjunath

Dear departed Manju,
This is all I have to say
See you in heaven, man
We’ll be batchmates there someday.

We’ll play some football,
You would shout aloud once more.
To pass the ball, to pass it to you
And we’ll have tea afterwards, in the heavenly dhaba store.

You will sing again,
And we’ll drink again.
Goodbye Macha,
Goodbye till we meet again.

Dear Mother

Dear Mother

Mother, I was your beloved child.

Then I got married and left you behind.

But in my heart you always stay,

Your example helps me be a mother today.

 

You cared for us, with loving hands and patient ears

You protected us for so many years.

Now when I try and am a mother to my son.

I cannot help but think of us as one.

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So even though we now live apart.

We are together, in soul and heart.

I love you just as my child loves his mother

Though far away, in thoughts together.

May you always be,

Healthy and well.

Your 100 more birthdays,

Celebrate we shall.

You were sometimes strict

But always for our good.

May you live long.

God bless and touch wood.

As I Sleep


 

 

As I sleep, eyes shut, dreams deep

Long lost in the embrace of slumber

Comfortably cold, now comfortably number

 

Rehashing over the daily blows,

The cheap tricks, and the flows,

That bedeviled me and made me stray,

Things that made an awry today.

 

Reflecting perhaps tomorrow is,

A better day, less bitter please,

Hope survives like a phoenix ash,

Credit cards emptied and too little cash.

 

The misery and the despair, and the mocking fun

Lesser mortals address me as one.

 

Nah , its better to keep on sleeping,

Deep down easy, up away dreaming.

Lost for a couple of hours at least.

Life’s tougher than this soft sheet.

 

That covers me in white, tip to toe,

All set now , ready to go,

Six feet under in a temporary death,

Sleepy dream suspend poisonous breath.

 

Should I end it all, with a quick pill or two.

Lost behind the suffering too.

Or shall I rise again and punch away,

Back the darkness from where it came to stay.

 

Punch it hard, punch it still,

Don’t speak now, just jab to kill.

 

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Baby Boy

My sleepy son, my sleeping child

So beautiful and yet so fragile

Breath flows like a breeze

In your dreams you smile

 

While I watch awestruck

Cant believe this stroke of luck

Like a lovely angel on the earth

Can’t help staring at you for a while

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All neatly dressed all scrubbed and cleaned

Adequately diaperized and hair all preened

Oh so handsome like a miniature toy

Sleeps so smugly my baby boy

 

The sleepless nights and missed work

For you it is all worthwhile

Only fathers can share this joy.

Rocking to sleep the baby boy.

 

 

Regret

Regret

 

 

I am thinking

Of the pain

You feel for the instant

When the bullet hits your brain

 

Thinking despite

Medicines and drugs that dull

The self destructive tendencies

Embedded in my skull

 

Missed opportunities

And hard to miss betrayals

Of erstwhile friends, foes

Maligned my portrayal

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The potential I had

As a young boy of twenty

Accumulates painful negativity

At a not so young thirty

 

I could have been, Should have been,

Would have been someone

Had not my impulses

Imploded in front of everyone

 

And now regret haunts

The crevices of my brain

Till I pop one more pill

Dull it all again

 

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