EXIT
It was passion, intense, hankered,
Grew up with education mastered,
Skilled programmer analysts well,
Adopted life of a coder minted gold,
Never believed the day, touched the moon,
Degree, post-graduated with merit,
Felt life precious, contemplated a lot,
Computer, the jukebox, I can play,
It sings programs musical payment,
Million fingers earning typing fast,
Eyes glued to screen, inert senses,
A bright screen displayed the world,
A mouse can catch point anywhere,
The company pays handsome,
My life manipulates data in graphs,
Forecast, prophesies scientific,
Transacts million, lightening speed,
Paperless office highrise building,
Work here for twelve hours focused,
Pigeon hole, a chair, computer screen,
Keyboards life was busy for a decade,
There was an exit door to a big hall,
In another concrete tower allured,
Hall semi-dark, colored lights,
Soft music, rhythmic footsteps,
Drinking elixirs of life, sedated,
Forget the name, address, place, future,
Eyelids heavy, limbs swaying,
Hugging unknown, kiss n love,
No one is a stranger here, angels,
Blaring closing hours early morning,
A flat cosmetic, small, polished,
Used to fall flat on the bed, till refreshed,
Dawn breaks at a desktop screen,
A day begins, challenge life, minting,
Checked bank balance to million,
Happy contented, money is power,
Power gives ultimate happiness,
Money n luxury for wild imagination,
Possible under the earth, decade over,
It was a holiday sneaked to a beach,
Crowded families, children playing,
Socked to find missed planet forgotten,
Fresh wind, wet moisture soothing,
White foamed waves approaching,
Roars were inviting to get soaked,
Kids were playing, alert parents,
I felt jolted to reality, was single,
Alone in a big world, missed life,
Trickling reality, bankbook if fake,
Fake world, my jukebox, pigeonhole,
Exit not to dance bar, to drink life,
Exit not to get sedated, dance wildly,
Exit not to throw tired limbs on a bed,
I ran to the hotel room, crying bitterly,
Money, millions; give my decade,
Give a decade back, I self-imprisoned,
Lust for money felt only honey,
I was drinking poison in glass, drugs,
Madness crumpled my heart hard,
Breathless, I was searching for fresh air,
I shouted at the beach, want to live,
I have a beautiful wife, children,
The exit wished desperately to live,
To live, I sighed, borrowing a decade.
@ Bijayananda Mishra
