Thursday, May 11, 2006

a pulped palpated life

rushing for work ..rushing to the car
notime to talk to mum ..only time for sending an sms
stuffing a sandwich ..no time for her so far

relatives have become a distance issue
her only kid constant resident at da cresh
her husband..better a worn out tissue

is this what we all want?
for this we have left all loved connections?
when all job done ...only that will be there to haunt

fame ..a controversial word in itself
is what everyone strives for ..
but only our potraits get positions in that beloved shelf

so think again when u want that dreaded controversy
in a world already full of it
wouldnt u prefer loved ones, an alternacy?

3 comments:

Abhishek Saxena said...

yup me agree with Janhavi! lyf is really getting fast..frnds have no time for us as they too are busy with shaping up their career.soon me too will be a part of such money-making spree.leave alone relatives..i sometimes think that even me too have not tim for myself even though i am free now a days and yet to join Satyam!

Ms. Lane said...

hey nice work gal lotsa sense.its true that one hardly has time these days for ones loved ones in the rat race for success but hey ppl like you do right thats fantastic..
take care
rini

karthik said...

nice poem.. but i guess its just fame that we'r looking for, but some kind of self-gratification. we'r afraid of walking when our eyes are closed but dont register when we see. ok that jus sounds nice, makes no sense...
if i may be allowed a lil self promotion, check out this old thing i wrote-
http://damses.blogspot.com/2005/10/sms-save-my-soul.html