The Law of Numbers?

Buy a hundred stocks, remain invested over time,

Avoid the panic sells, your portfolio would be fine.  

The power of compounding, over time will ensure wealth,

Few will drive the growth, while majority diminish your financial health. 

 

Launch a dozen startups, or have multiple projects ongoing,

One of them will give returns, on others you'll be money throwing.

That much entrepreneurship is required, to ensure a unicorn,

Only from ashes of the failures, the phoenix of success is born.   

Write a thousand sonnets, create on a daily beat,

One of the themes may resonate, and reader's expectations meet.

Most of them would be duds, only one or two masterpiece, 

Its important when you don't find an audience, you don't desist and cease. 

 

To be a part of a beautiful relationship, should I just keep experimenting with new folks, 

Or invest in a relationship deep and sound, and ensure my love is true- and not a hoax.

Skill or Luck?

Winning the lottery, investing at right time in the right stocks, 

Buying a property early, in the upcoming premium blocks,

Inheriting an unexpected fortune, lady luck shines all the way,

You attribute to your skill and strategy, shrewdness - come what may. 

Wealth does not always compound exponential, you mange a steady growth,

You save regularly by earning well, avoid like leech greed and sloth.

The roller-coaster of gambling, is replaced by a strong work ethic,

To keep your job and avoid layoffs, you placate planets that are malefic.

Cooperative banking scam happens, you lose your retirement kitty,

You put all your eggs in a basket, they are now rotten- what a pity. 

Investment in art and crypto, didn't pick off or were regulated out, 

You blame yourself for your situation, that risky bets led to your rout.

Be it success or failure, that shouldn't decide whether we were right or wrong,

It's not a matter of either skill or luck, without lyrics there would be no song.

Chance, Choice, Chase and Chaos

Chance determines, in which family you are born,

You're thrown in the world, alone and forlorn.

But the bonds of blood, shape and define your lifelong schemas,

How you attach with your parents, how you resolve future dilemmas.   

You exercise some choice, as to whom you want to befriend,

Which relationships to nurture, which ones to simply end.

The bond is of mutual admiration, same begets the same.

With common interests you sail through, be it pleasure or pain. 

You chase a mirage, an idealized soul mate,

Settle for the good enough, thank your fate.

The bond with the beloved, stretches you to grow,

Makes you a better man, keeps your vices in tow.

 

You surrender to the chaos, there are strange attractors all around,

As the buttery flaps its wings, even at a distance, you remain tethered and bound.  

 

 

Happy Sisyphus

Every end is a new beginning, is a saying by the wise men,

After each sonnet, I want to rest, but I end up picking the pen.  

I share a slice, with each new line, but a lot of me, remains unsaid,

I pen another, to find myself, as I can't rest, on my laurels instead. 

Every end is a new beginning, with each night comes a dawn,

After checkmate, you're back to square one- the king and the pawn.

You start afresh, new game of skill, the old baggage pushed down, 

Victory or loss, doesn't matter, you can now go afresh, for the crown.

Every end is a new beginning, after each harvest you till the land,

You reaped, a hard earned bumper crop, but farming doesn't, have to end. 

Winter ends, gives rise to spring, spring will cede to summer,

To stick with the old, not welcome the new, to me is such a bummer.

 

Every end is a new beginning, with each small death, I regenerate,

I might have fallen, I rise again, I'm stronger than my, Sisyphean fate. 

My Theseus

A company is like a family, where you spend most of your time, 

You feel welcomed when you enter, to think of leaving seems a crime.

To retire when you reach golden years, is your dream, your hoped for destiny,

Layoffs happen at the drop of a hat, you wake startled from your reverie.

A company is like a sports team, you rationalize and start to compete, 

Only the strongest find a place, and the purpose is to adversary defeat.

The organization needs to keep winning, for you to fit in, it needs to be fitter,

With a couple of offers in hand, you auction yourself to the highest bidder.

 

A company is like a jungle,  it finally dawns on you,

Trees compete with each other, for water and sunlight too.

The dying remains of one, gives life force to the other,

Predators and preys in equilibrium, jungle all's mother.   

A company is like a ship, each plank replaced over time, 

Its essence to remain afloat- be it without reason or rhyme. 

Birthday Special

25th December is the birth date, of a dear society friend,

I usually meet him in person, and wish him to that end.

We go on a morning walk daily, weekend ritual being breakfast,

Frequent interactions steal the deal, our friendship is steadfast.

 

25th December is the birth date, of my roomie from college days,

We rarely see each other nowadays, distance makes you forget who says?

The moment you pick the phone and talk, you are chuddi buddies again,

Our friendship is deep and everlasting, like this sonnet for him I pen. 

25th December is the birth date, of a person I look up to,  

I never met in real life, but he is on my wishing list too.

A statesman par excellence, an orator, a poet that was sensitive and true,

I share my birthday with another PM, but people like him are far and few.  

25th December is the birth date, of a person who became son of God,

From the microcosm to the macrocosm, there are people around who leave us awed. 

An Ordinary Day

A loud and sudden noise, from a bike passing by,

Wakes me up at 5 am, to hold witness to the dark sky,

Slowly transforming and melting, into red and orange hues,

A chance encounter with sunrise, lifts my morning blues.

 

Day gets spent in the cubicle, consumed by the rat race,  

Needing that break desperately, I stroll towards the terrace. 

Perchance I look upwards, and behold the clear skies,

Am mesmerized and awed by the beauty, renew my nature ties.

Commuting back from the office, I get stuck in the wrong lane, 

Traffic is moving at a snail's pace, it will be dark soon, is quite plain. 

For a moment or two, from my vantage point, I catch the setting sun, 

I'm filled with wonder and gratitude, day-end seems, now so much fun.  

Back at the home, I toss in my bed, alone and mindful of the night,

I dare not peep, but try to sleep, as a gentle storm rages outside.