Early hours in office...

EARLY HOURS IN OFFICE...

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A solitary cube and loneliness felt inside so deep,

Its crazy working here when everybodys so fast asleep.

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Like a moon my cube lightens the entire space,

I need to finish my work or have dire consequences to face.

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Pressed a key few times but nothin comes up on screen,

Stupid me I was awake only in my dreams.

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Head always inclined and a pen upside down,
Expressions and smile over my face depicted only a clown.

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Sometimes i swayed left sometimes looked towards right,
A Thought so profound about who will be first one to catch my sight.

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Not long before I realised how bright was the sunshine,
Sometimes water and sometimes coffee is how i spend moments before it was nine.

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Prankur

28.11.2006

Painting...

Painting...

Today I feel like painting a face new,

Give it a shape and form known by very few.

It was her during days when she was with me,

More beautiful than anyone else you'll ever see!

I colored her eyes big yet innocent in light brown,

Her hair curling up cheeks as and when she moved around.

Sad, smiling or angry her were among to choose,

Stupid she looked more beautiful in anything i drew.

A baby soft smile and more thoughful it was,

It was same her troubling me always as in the past.

Time came to give a tender touch to her cheeks,

Careful i was not to wake her up from the deep sleep.

It turned out to be so real as it could just be,

Not different as if she actually there painted me.

~Prankur

09.05.2007