Friendship

Amidst the crowd I walk , millions of faces to talk.
Behind every face is a story , some gay others gory.
Exchanging pleasantries when we meet , with a smiling face we greet .
Intermingling caste and creed , a patient ear is what we need .
Our busy schedule and unearthly life is a mess , a friend’s all we need to beat the stress.

It’s an inexplicable bond which only grows strong .
Straying down the lanes of memory ,
I cherish the times we made merry.
It’s not always that a “Friend in need is a friend indeed”.
There have been exceptions when the faith has been breached .
Cycle of life has had many things to teach .Some prayed others preached .
But mostly the circumstances had to feed.

We win some , we lose some , yet we’ve the heart to learn.
Learning from our mistakes we’re always on the run.
Friends have always given the shoulder for us to cry ,
a support for us to rely , our partner in crime , our perfect alibi.
Which is why ? They’re precious to us and a part of our daily life.

For those who feel deprived of the most beautiful gift from life ,
don’t be disheartened it’s never too late to try.
Extend your hand with true selflessness and trust ,
friends would form easily and they’ll be there to last.

Enslaved To The Throne

Enslaved to the Throne :

The sun shimmering on the window pane,5 times a week,
Pain surges through my heart & I've no words to speak.
Stagnant life & monotonous struggle is a part of life.
Just don't have time for Friends ,Family or Wife.
The scorching heat & the Sweat makes it worse,
once in the prison,you're expected to be a race horse.

Strapped to the chair,in a primate like poise.
IT industry was never the right choice.
Health goes for a toss,you tend to burn out soon,
life isn't secure under a glass moon.
Knowledge,deadlines ,delivery ,billability,
getting peace of mind is common inability.

Appraisals are the way to lure our kind.
Coz by then most of us have lost our mind.
Hallelujah !! It's a blind leading a blind.
Codes of development,has our fates bind.
Complex structure & database designs,are like
finding uncut diamonds in dark coal mines.

Forwarded emails & baseless humor are welcome breaks,
Better than JAVA,SQL,.NET,Mainframes & SOAs.
We ain't working for peanuts,but that's what we get paid.
Ain't enough when you have to share the same bed.
Life goes on discarding the obscure events.
Something out of the blue is appreciated as a new trend.

With no way out , bearing the brunt of this treachery,
Hoping to see a change in the future.
A word of advice to the next generation,
fight it , face it don't ignore ,it'll change for the better.
Reap the seeds you've sown,
we're enslaved to the throne.


Srijeet Basu
6th April 2010, Wipro

Amplified Eccentricity

The sky is red,the thunder roaring,
It's past midnight,time for mourning.
The wind beating against my face,
and my tears started pouring.
Engrossed in thoughts,with an odd frown,
I could only hear the raindrops trickling down.
Was everything worth the pain,that I endured?
Yes perhaps the experience that I've procured.
Heartfelt emotions tossed away without a second thought.
Never caring bout the misfortune it had brought.
It's easy for heartless people to walk away & not look back,
but for us who truly loved,it's another broken piece of heart we stack.
The burden becomes unbearable,but none to share it with,
life becomes a misery,with this burden herewith.
Your feelings subside with time,but the pain remains.
Finding solace in solitude,eccentricity reigns.
You're scared to move forward coz you don't want a past.
U're stuck between realms,unsure how long it may last.
Hope has burnt into ashes within you.
Chances of reviving are there but a few.
You're in need of someone whose love's pure & true,
Who will care for you selflessly,knowing the real you.

The Little Boy

The Little Boy

He was a boy of 5,when his dreams were alive.
Had a father who was an idol,read him stories at night.
Little did he know that his life would be in turmoil,
as his joys knew no bounds when his father gave him a new toy.
Lost his mother at the time he was born.
Without his father he was long gone.

Innocent as he was,his father was atrocious.
Cheated on people & made money being ficticious.
One fine day the police had him on their nets.
Pleaded like a baby so that the little boy be saved.

He was sent to an orphanage,destined to be a strong man.
He grew up lone & strong,thinkin' of his old man.
He had unanswered questions,that has haunted him for years.
Depressed he would be,none to wipe his falling tears.

Then the news came,the most shocking one.He heard,
that his father was dead & he felt a sudden dearth.

All his queries & the answers to them.
Was lost in time & he had to endure the pain.

The world looked at him with sympathy in the eyes,
but for his father's misdeeds everything belies.
The lavish underworld with it's tentacles spread out,
found an easy prey in him without a doubt.

Drawn in with might,couldn't set himself free.
That innocent smile under the facade,which no one could see.

Is this why he was brought into this world??
To face the harsh realities that his destiny unfurled.

Is this the justice for which we pray to God??
Think bout it. It's worth givin' a thought.

This is just a story!! What else could it be??
But in reality,the Boy could have been You or could have been Me !!!


SRIJEET BASU
7th Nov 2006