Ideology

Starting the year with one more poem I have penned titled "Ideology". I hope that those who read do leave their frank thoughts on my poem and any suggestions likewise

The mind full of confusion, the heart filled with hate
Spitting venom, without learning to discriminate.

Telling self, “I am right, I am right”
Manipulating oneself to justify the fight

Real feelings lost in a maze of emotions,
Mindless chatter in a haze of commotion

No bridges to build, no seas to cross,
defending the ideology at all costs.

Conversation

A simplistic take on a sales conversation in the form of a doggerel, but I can't resist the dilbert in me and wrote the below lines. M stands for manager and S for subordinate



M: Tell me how many leads have you got,
Have you done as I had thought,

S: I have sent you the MIS, and with them the leads,
I have met those clients and have sown the seeds

M: Tell me will they buy and when will they
And I want to listen to an answer that is my way

S: Some want the stars, some want the moon,
Some want my blood till I reach my doom

M: Guts and Blood , I don’t care
I want to smell the money in the air
I want the cash, I want the honey
If you cant get it, I have to kick your bummy.

S: I will call them up and tell them to buy
If they won’t can I tell you why

M: Why is not What I want to hear,
If you cant do it, let me get you a peer

S: Tell me in our talk, what light have you shed
In the whole conversation, what insights have you led

M: I create a role for myself in this land
If I don’t know what to do
I do what I understand !!