Interlude

You may have observed that most material published on my blog are about celebrating people - those who at some time or the other, enter and exit one's life. As one's career moves on, colleagues get younger and younger. And this poem is about those in whose presence, I felt alive! The good times, far away from the high tension that was part of daily routine.

Another lesson! Remember the good times, forget the bad!

INTERLUDE

(for Kavita, Lilian, Pooja, Shilpa, Sonali, Suchita, Bharat, Kunal & Noshir)

In the too brief interlude between work and hard work

The entire team decided their responsibilities to shirk

Rode the bus down the dark, desperate highway

No waiting to exhale and blindly seizing the day!

The rain driving kaleidoscopic patterns on the glass

The team reached for glory and attained critical mass

The noise unabated, joy was unalloyed and pure

Lost their way, got back on track, for fun, no cure!

Morning brought them to the miniscule reservoir

Not enough to contain their unbridled energy

Moved to paddle boats in a man-made lake

One safe return, the other, the shore could barely make!

Life continued on the edge of the lunatic fringe

Leaving those, not party to paradise, to cringe

Gathered around karaoke machine, one crazy dude

In macho masculine voice, gently affirmed – INTERLUDE!

Carried over to the room, on sadness, a permanent nix

Threw in whisky and vodka for a merry uproarious mix

And lyrics on the screen rendered romantic mood

A smoking hot feminine voice, gently crooned – INTERLUDE!

Then it was time to hit the disco dance floor,

As they gyrated, set the pace, what a show!

As spirits rose and the soul fed on good food

In one voice, they shook the heavens and cried – INTERLUDE!

Antonio