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Hurtling, stumbling
Falling, rumbling
Fighting against fate
Running against time
…I go
Rushed by deadlines
Corporate landmines
Lamenting lost opportunity
And shifting sands of sanity
…I go
Caught in the productivity trap
Negotiating the remuneration gap
Ticking to-do lists,
Work-life balance twists
…I go
Drowned in gratification
Wedded to optimization
Trading creativity for productivity
Exchanging freedom for captivity
…I go
Flattening the curve of being
Mired in the blindness of seeing
In pursuit of efficiency
Traversing the tough,
Reining the rough
Chasing the illusion
called ENOUGH
…I go
Till I reach the edge
and skid to a stop
To find
There’s no ENOUGH
even at the top
Nothing to show
Nowhere to go
ENOUGH lay buried all along
under those miles of spreadsheets
I surrendered my life to
pathetic counterfeits
At what point in time
did life become and feel
Less a human
More a hamster wheel?
— Puja Bhakoo
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The Winter Tree — An Ode
A leafless vision clothed in honesty… a skeletal splendor clad in candidness.. rippling branches speckled with white… the winter tree is a mirror image of truth.
I love how shedding its summer timidness, abandoning its mysterious veil of green, no longer dancing to the tune of restless winds, the winter tree stands upright with a raw, unembellished, unfettered confidence. – a silent tribute to the serenity of nature and the splendor of science… a love letter to the timelessness of time.
That proud magnificent trunk – the barest, most beautiful face of the elemental. Those giant naked limbs – stripped of foliage, disrobed of pretenses, devoid of defenses…ready to share their most intimate confidences with those who have the capacity to look beyond surface appearances.
My lungs rejuvenate with vitality as I inhale the beauty of those bare branches laced across changing skies, making me grateful for the winter tree’s role in my aesthetic evolution.
– Puja Bhakoo
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