They asked him,
Can you work in stressful situations?
Can you cope up with workloads?
Can you deliver when promised?
Are you intelligent enough?
Time and time they grilled the shit out of him
But in the end they smiled and asked
Can you think out of the Box?
To which the guy excitingly said “Yes”
and then they kept him
in a cubicle
for the rest of his life.
Category Archives: Love
Up in Air Friend
How I miss being held in hands
and being carried every place
How I miss being grabbed and kissed
and getting chosen every time
How I miss the laughter I hear
and fights they have for me
Yet I depart alone untouched
with no one helping me
I will drift away far from love
far from you all
Without a aim to the blues
to the heavens above
I wonder is that how you all people meet your end
I wish we will meet somewhere up
like a lost filled up friend.
– Balloon.
Nights
I see loads of people
crammed in places where one can’t breathe
full of music promised to drive away your demons
just to wash away the dirt of the week that slipped
and they eventually try
to live one night
just to survive the days coming
We are all in this whirlpool
of never ending desire
to lose ourselves
in people we don’t know
things we don’t care of
Ask me, How your nights are?
I would say restless
Why?
busy searching myself inside
and scared , if successful.
Writings to Heaven 