Office
written by: Jay
An affluent man walked into my office today,
Mustache as serious as his eyes.
He offered a diffusing smile.
And my grip on the edge of my seat slackened.
My smile was polite enough,
poised on the knife’s edge.
But you have to be careful with your smiles.
Then came two white shirt men,
Severe, arguing, restless
Phones ringing-
Is it like a storm, though?
Or is the weather making me draw parallels?
It is both cloudy and sunny today.
Sun glares and then gets covered by clouds
As if battling over who sets the Monday mood.
Monday’s mood is confusion, hurt and yearning, obviously.
For you, it is obvious, I assume.
So anyway, the white shirted men,
came as a storm, words pouring out-
and left in a hurry.
It is a pretence of hurry.
How else would they be important men in white shirts?
They too fight over importance like the sun and clouds.
Maybe I fight with them,
over my space.
No one else can be important in my little space.
I silently urge them to take their importance away.
They left eventually. Pretending fake urgency.
