The Prey

Nature’s child, in a jungle so wild
Lived a deep-eyed soul which knows no foul.
Long lurked the hunter, in his own banter,
Waited in the darkest of reed and paid no heed.

The soul went wildering in a spate to find a mate.
Out came the hunter with the choicest of splinters.
The soul was made angel, and all what she was not
She cried like a child and vowed to tie the knot.

An everlasting bond, a sincere voice
Was all she had thought.
Only to know that she was the prey.
A rehash, a cry, but never ever did pray.

The hunter left for a while in vain,
Not letting her know that he was in pain.
For his hunt was over and he became hunted
As the soul made him complete and gave him all what he wanted.

Nature’s child, in the jungle so wild, the hunter unites with the soul
How can love cease to exist?? When you know not foul.

The Corporate Jungle

Serious faces, business phases, all cramped into one.
Puppet makers, trumpet blowers, all tangled into one.
Matching ties, faking smiles, all plastered into one.
Gossip mills, mundane drills, all gorged into one.
The corporate jungle is a creepy place,
With no time for care.
The corporate jungle is serious business,
With more care for fare.

Meetings galore, deadlines ashore
The jungle seems deadly.
Happy lunches, mid-day munches
The jungle seems friendly.
Fun-filled work, creative perks,
The jungle looks it’s worth.
Lots of money, loads of honey,
The jungle is fun at the end of a month.

Lots of wolves hovering around, the jungle sure is scary.
Lots of help catering around, the jungle is also a fairy.
Love it, hate it, a pool of politics,
The jungle fails to cease.
Hate it, love it, a myriad of emotions.
The jungle is all set to please.