No-Job Company

Saturday, February 20, 2010



They wait and pray for an unknown angel,

An angel who breeds loads of pennies.

In those picketing dreams they see their angel

With the jingling and glistening pennies.


"The hand-to-mouth existence" of which they might have learned;

Is the only option left for some.

The others whose parents spend the pittance they'd earned,

Upon those efforts with just no out come.


With heavy hearts which lack consciences,

They play their parts in crowded streets

In public places they offer services,

Which cause the cops reach banging heats.


In the elecrtion-summer they get some sweets,

That make them trapped through their ecstatic senses

And of course they've to pay for those sweets,

With a cross that makes them forever losers.


There's no difference in the final outcome,

Cause both parties get a hearty laugh.

Though the company gets no income

The rates and statistics remain high


There lies the wonderful verity

Hidden in an unidentified global network

The company marked in the history of humanity

Expands further like a divine woodwork

New milestones

Sunday, February 7, 2010


"Second to none" I've heard they say.

If you haven't, scowl at me you may.

Whatever the things we strongly believe,

May be the things they've told to deceive.


Is it only us who have been fed thus?

Is it only us who are to be tricked thus?

Aren't we supposed to pass them on?

So that the future minds to will be gone


Efficiency, productivity and all this bluff.

Strategies and management just make them all stuffed.

It's this 'time' who does the trick

None can stop it from slipping it within a click.


"Old is gold" so does the 'time'.

All one wants is just the 'time'

Many to be achieved and more to be lost

Few may win but many get lost.