Monday, 30 November 2015

Pretend you’re working



Pretending is an art and is fiddly indeed;
It’s all about luck, planning and a good speed.
You find the boss coming by, just pick up the phone,
And talk to that ‘no one’ in a real professional tone.

One tab has your email, the other has your shows,
You master switching between them, your boss hardly knows.
It just takes a quick click and you can change the screen,
Stay calm and confident your games remain unseen.

Need a power catnap…? You can get it in style,
Put your hands on your keyboard or just get behind a file.
You’ve to learn it well, how to wake when required,
When you didn’t get noticed, cheers to the skill you acquired.
In case you get caught, you know you are smart,
‘Deep-thinking as if you are sleeping’ is again an art.

Work is sometimes boring, of course we agree
And pretending to work can so easily set you free.
But pretend to work only if you think you can,
And make sure you've got yourself a backup plan.
Always be ready to wriggle your way out,
Because that's what pretending is all about.

Thursday, 19 November 2015

My bad, Love…






I always heard, what you never said,
Without any reason, brazenly I dreamt.
You were naïve and never untrue,
My bad, Love, as I fell for you...

Who woke me up? I was better off in dreams,
An evil eye caught my bliss, it seems.
Where was it moving? I never had a clue,
My bad, Love, as I fell for you...

Your highs your lows, your smiles your tears,
I made them mine, your might and your fears
When I called ‘you’ mine, you heard that too,
My bad, Love, as I fell for you...

Your smile was my sunshine; it always made my day,
Those eyes, ‘my stars’, had stories to say,
What I was going through, your heart always knew,
My bad, Love, as I fell for you...

And I didn't utter a word, as we needed none,
You can keep my life, what I wanted was done,
I'm asked to leave, with intentions pure as dew,
Still… My bad, Love, as I fell for you...