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My box of memories holds everything I have left of you. I keep it close cause its filled with
little pieces of each one of you. The things inside are little pieces of my heart folders, papers
and some of your art. When I open them it pulls on my heart and when I read them,
sometimes I fall apart. Sometimes tears fall from deep inside my heart, just remembering a
time from long ago. When your smile was always like my rainbow, painting beautiful colors
where ever you would go. But my rainbows colors faded long ago, its hard to see even the
faintest glow. Because it was washed away long ago.
Form:
What a catastrophic place
There's no up or down in this space
To see it is a multitude of discombobulated grace
There are papers piled high upon my desk
The only thing others see is a god-awful mess
No organized way to tell anyone else I guess
But I know where everything is
Last month's bills and this week's word quiz
By golly I think I'm a real organizational whiz
There are ten stacks of folders with stuff coming out
There are books to read, a salt shaker, my cat's old collar no doubt
Yesterday's pizza still standing proud on top of magazines from a local boy scout
This is my true countenance I know
A freelance genius always willing to show
The importance of going the extra mile just to keep things all in a row
November 22, 2019
Strand Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Born of Silicon and Oxygen, you hide in the Earth,
Formed in shapes sizes of dust and rocks, and heavy boulders;
Midst costly gems and stones and jewels, you have august worth,
Electricals and opticals intertwine your folders...!
Crystal and white and red and pink and green in their pure forms,
Like flowers and birds and beasts in various shades and shapes;
Prism-like pristine kaleidoscopic elegance conforms,
As glass, concrete, mortar, or jewel show perfect stapes...!
A proponent of optimism; you are a sign of luck,
Polished Prefabricated you perpetually shine;
With diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires, when you are stuck,
The charm of your fusion goes beyond the enchantment line...!
Particles of the sun and moon and the stars in you thrive,
Fine alloy midst alloys, O quartz, fond feelings you revive...!!!
My chair is rated for eight hours of sitting,
optimal lumbar support, adjustable armrests,
as if comfort could compensate
for the slow calcification of dreams.
I've organised my inbox into folders:
Urgent, Important, Someday, Never.
Someday is where ambition goes to die
in increments too small to mourn.
The metrics are always watching:
response time, productivity score,
the gamification of my worth
reduced to numbers on a dashboard.
My coworker brings her lunch in containers.
Sunday's labor portioned into Tuesday's sustenance.
We are all preparing for a future
that looks exactly like today.
The motivational poster says
"You don't have to be great to start,
but you have to start to be great."
I've been starting for thirty-five years.
In meetings, we discuss synergy,
leverage, bandwidth, moving the needle.
These words mean nothing and everything,
a liturgy for the Department of staying employed.
I dream in spreadsheets now.
Columns of tasks that multiply like cells,
each one dividing into subtasks,
an infinite regression of doing.
The retirement calculator says
I can stop working at sixty
if the market cooperates,
if I don't get sick,
if the world doesn't end first.
But here's what they don't tell you
about trading time for money:
you can always make more money.
Time, once sold, is gone forever.
I close my laptop at 6.45pm
One hour fifteen minutes of unpaid overtime,
a tithe to the god of looking busy,
of being seen as dedicated.
Outside, the sun is setting
on a day I barely noticed.
Somewhere, people are living lives
that don't fit into outlook calendars.
Tomorrow I'll come back.
Log in, stand up, sync up, circle back.
The chair will remember the shape of my surrender.
The screen will glow its welcome.
And I will perform productivity
like a trained animal who's forgotten
there was ever any other way
to justify taking up space on earth.
You, always searching.
Searching through the remains of dusty city archives
That led you wandering, through rows of granite headstones
Where lifeless identities lay.
Searching through the remains of dusty city archives
The melancholy, haunting, ghostly, faded images
Where lifeless identities lay;
Excavating crumbled lives, stuffed in moldy folders.
What is the future without a past?
Silently, harboring loss and abandonment;
In the shadows you clung to glimpses of hope,
With dreams of your mother's opened arms.
Silently, harboring loss and abandonment;
Relentlessly you continued your vigil, to search
With dreams of your mother's opened arms.
When science revealed our past,we embraced the future.
I often wonder, do you not?
The many things... the everything
Even the least to spare a thought
I wanna know what it means
The something out there
What be the reason for it?
I thought and I care
Simply something I need
Ever wonder why?
Is it curiosity you have forgotten?
A little yet so much to try
Is it not something more you want smitten?
And I try the ‘disinterest’ for a while
Disregarding things I come to know
Yet my mind stacks but folders to pile
If not, for only myself to show
Do I wonder... for a thought
The many things... if nothing
Haven’t you... do you not?
Wanting to know what it means?
A handheld hardware is a manual mouse
Used to position or place a cursor
On a computer screen or flat surface
To be the user's item selector.
The pointing device performs an action
By clicking chosen function on display;
Allowing user to do the purpose
With much precision all throughout the day.
Cursor controller can move and pick text,
The icons, folders, and files are managed;
It walks in a pad or in a smooth desk,
Filled with wide wisdom, insight and knowledge.
An optical mouse works in distinct way,
Shining a bright light down onto your desk;
The effulgent glow comes from L-E-D,
As computer's view is quite picturesque.
The different types of the mighty mouse
Include optical, trackball, and laser;
Mechanical, ball, wireless, and others
Are a marvelous fine handheld hardware.
"Listen closely," Rumple Stein
cackled, his yellow eyes
scanning the terrified faces
of the children huddled
around the campfire.
"A massive, hairy Bigfoot
stalks the foggy mountains,
sniffing the chilly night air for
a very specific scent."
"This towering beast
possesses a terrible, burning
fury against children who
refuse to do their homework."
"Because some kids don't do
their homework, the furious
monster swore to hunt down
every single lazy child."
"He tracks the scent of blank
pages and hidden schoolbooks
straight to your campground tents!"
"He wants to stomp slacker
kids to a pulp to punish them
for neglecting their daily education!"
He suddenly jumped to his
feet, throwing his hands high
as the wind howled through
the branches.
"And when he catches a lazy
student, "Rumple Stein roared,
"he crushes them with his giant
feet!"
The terrified children
immediately reached into
their backpacks, pulling out
their folders in absolute panic.
They frantically began
scribbling their spelling
words by the dim, flickering
light of the dying fire.
They’re everywhere, look around
“Go to the Moon or even Mars”
Attacking Middle Eastern towns
One day will take us to the stars
Starlink is child of the rockets
That learned to fly and not to fall
SpaceX is one with deepest pockets
Spacecrafts to do the cargo haul
Warheads that speed attacking homes
But when they’re shot, they burn to ash
They blasted billion-dollar dome
When wartime base was being bashed
Punks threaten us and bully them
Taiwan, Korea in crosshairs
Ballistic pieces, in a jam
Are placing world's state of affairs
Of talking heads' newfound fellows
Iran, Zion, Hamas, Ukraine
The silent killers lacking bellow
And from above they come like rain
Exploring space or waging battles
We know their names, cheer the success
They make the cams around rattle
While hit make fire, smoke and mess
The intercepts, all breaths are bated
Hurray, when blown to smithereens
But often leave us aggravated
When raging flames fill the screens
The cause of threats, the breaking news
Watch them on YouTube and TV
Incessant talk of war reviews
Attacks from air and at sea
Sneak into breakfast conversations
Or folders of White House reports
The pride of the entire nations
Mankind’s shame and pain of sorts
Becoming smarter by the hour
They’ll take the humans high above
Benevolent or evil power
Them missiles hatred spread or love
The rockets, how did we get here?
Produced and sold, or not transferred
Destroying states with sharpest spear
Successors of the Thunderbird
March 31, 2026
A poem based on relationship…”A girl in her own dreams”
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi :)
DREAMS - An Iota of HOPE
“Waked up 7 :00 am in the morning..
saw my beauteous dreams transforming..
ohh yeah..with a drowsiness yawning..
Suddenly I found myself refreshing.
Excitedly Gone near by emblazoned window..
Fearfully Viewed a gloomy shadow..
Suddenly he smiled at me through haze of smoke..
Like a fantastic sizzling coke..
Soothing music on its full swing ..
Like a glittering diamond in the ring..
He ought to give me red rose..
On his bended knees he bows..
He tickled on my pierced nose..
With which I got glaciatedly froze..
Like a tempting dark fantasy chocolate melting in the mouth..
We strongly decided and took a royalistic oath..
He Embraced his hand on my shoulders..
Which Got intact like file and folders…
Like the moon shines in the sparkling night..
Enduringly felt to hug him so tight..
Dazzling Eyes immersed in each other..
Tuned together like a romantic lover..
Every nerve of us conjoined together..
Because the love lasted forever..forever…
Suddenly a glimpse of sun came and shattered all my zestful dreams..
“”Ohhhh.. ohhhh No..Not again. Not again. No more illustrations. No one can dwell my heart like you. Please come back. No more dreams please..””
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Yep this feeling arised at once and will be still till our last breathe. Lasting forever. Just forever..
We trapped in each other’s heart and now no one dare to break our love-life’s part.. Apart..
Love is the essence of life and it is measured not by the count of breathe we take..but by the moments we share together till our last breathe..
By,
Madhavi