And then there were none

And then there were none.
Nobody to stop them from falling, from trickling down her cheek. Those tears.
No flowers in the garden to keep the leaves company.
No sound from the piano. Just the dull pangs in her heart.
A bouquet, a laugh, a merry tune -- mummified from another life.

The rain

As it rained through the night, I sat by my window; listening to the patter, watching the drops pierce through the darkness and spill on the ground.
Wet leaves,
A cold breeze,
A streak of lightning mocking the sputtering street lights.

A gush of wind sprays my cheek and I let the soothing drops trickle down my face. As I shut the window, a moth scurries in, seeking refuge. I curl up in bed, wrapped in my blanket; fuzzy thoughts fill my head, lulling me to sleep. The darkness of the night will gradually melt away and the first rays of sunshine will unfold the magic of the rains.

Work Woes!

A financial company is not the most thrilling place to be, at least for a non financial person like me. What began as financial editing has now temporarily (or so they claim) shifted gear to editing transcripts.

Let me explain the process a bit. All big(for lack of a better technical sounding word) companies have a conference call every quarter to discuss its performance/lack of it and field questions from business analysts. Anybody who thinks this sounds interesting, read no further. So what some of my unfortunate collegues and I have been doing for some days now, is to put on our headphones and check such conference call transcripts for errors. Fascinating?

To keep myself from turning insane, I've taken to writing some more random verses. Most of the inspiration usually occurs at noon, post lunch when the brain starts hibernating anyway.

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Eating too much lunch is bad,
I confess now I’m not too glad;
Feeling sleepy and ready to doze,
And you agree on that, I suppose.

But lunch is not the real cause,
It’s just the thought of picking flaws
From a transcript that interests me,
As much as a dancing flea.


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They whisper sweet nothings into my ear,
But romantic words those aren’t I fear;
All their talk on CapEx and GAAP,
Makes me want to shut their trap.

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O pray tell me why I’ve landed here,
Just to torture my sensitive ear?
Life’s purpose is surely not this,
Or to edit a faulty synopsis!

Random verses

Of rhymes
I’ve struck a fancy for the rhyme,
Even if only to pass some time.
A line or two,
Will simply do,
Though the bard might call it a crime.


Finance
In the world of finance I find,
Words and jargon of a funny kind;
Stocks and shares,
And business affairs,
Not ideal for one’s peace of mind!

For more on limericks, check out Aparna Ray's blog. There are some interesting ones.

Requiem

As I reach out to touch the star,
It slips away just a little far;
I step out and follow the light,
A trail of silver in the darkness of the night.

The path is dizzying,
But I skip along;
Engulfed with love... oh the feeling,
My heart is on a song.

As I reach out to feel the mist,
It escapes through the corners of my fist;
I follow the haze as it melts beyond,
A cloud of dew on the parched ground.

I smile, I dance,
As I sink into an abyss;
It draws me deeper-into a trance,
A world- where nothing seems amiss.

As I'm about to near my goal,
A riveting sight seizes my soul;
No star nor mist can I find,
But only images that numb my mind.

This is my past coming back to me,
Every memory flashing wickedly;
Those were happy, yet ridden with conflict,
A path that I chose to desert and drift.

As the images come to an end,
I spot a lone figure along the bend,
Steadily chasing the embers of what once was,
Reaching out for the tears of loss.

O what a pity it has been,
To be chasing such an empty dream.
It is now that I must deal,
To be caught in the past or live and heal.