My Two Bosses

In a job, one always has a boss,
The boss is always a combination of sweet and sour sauce.
Since I am special, I have a pair of boss,
It’s an excellent combination of tomato and chilly sauce.
One is black, the other is white,
One is crazy, another is bright.
One drives scooter, other drives bike,
One opines for stability, other speaks for hike.
One talks Biology, other speaks computer,
To compare them, I don’t have a common parameter.
For all the dissimilarities, similarity is the cause,
Same as me, both of them have a pair of boss.
They are same as they both like to chat,
It’s a rare combination of fit and fat.
One is black as it is night,
One is moon as it is white.
Doing a job is just obey your boss,
To obey whom I always need to toss.
Tossing once is fine, but twice is a tedious job,
Better get back to work and be a part of the mob.

SPACEBAR

The Spacebar of Life

These days, our keyboards seem to hold the keys to life itself. Each key mirrors a part of our journey—Delete for memories we wish to erase, Control for the things we want but fail to manage, Shift for the next level we crave, and Pause for those moments we dream of freezing in time.

But while cleaning my keyboard today, one key stood out—the Spacebar. The biggest key, unmarked, and yet the most used. Why so much space for “space”?

At first, I laughed at the thought: maybe the makers felt guilty for not printing anything on it and overcompensated by making it huge. But then, I pressed my “illogical” key…

Space. Bar.

Two words. Space—the invisible thing we all crave: in relationships, at work, in our minds. And Bar—the level we constantly strive to raise.

Suddenly, it all made sense.

Space isn’t just property or the universe; it’s the pause between action and reaction, the silent gap that gives meaning to life. But often, we overcrowd this space—by stepping into others’ or losing our own. And when that happens, I head to my favorite bar… not just the one that serves drinks, but the one where I quietly raise my own bar.

Because in the end, all I need is simple:

A little space and a worthy bar to raise.

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i dreamt

Once again I had a very long dream
But without her, it was cake without cream
She in my dreams means a lot to me
As nothing is visible other than thee
So many dreams in so many nights
Enlightened with romantic love lights
Don’t wake me up, it is love utopia
But cupid! Why it is a vague nausea
Still it is better than real time
She is mine, as accepting truth is lime
When this dream will come true
When my heart’s way will be through
But if it not happens, then I’ll dream
As cake is not in fortune, let it be cream