The enclosed box of life

A major part of your life is work

In the enclosed box of people, table and computers
Cabins, washrooms and kitchens
Whispers, talks and business
Lies something, something subtle
Disciplined Doors; physical and intangible
Life making the inhabitants
Some wary, some challenging
Some growing, some stagnant
The beeps reminding of the
ticking life gone either
Useful or mundane into nothingness
The disciplined doors teaching you
what to take and what to keep
and what to give away
It's subtle, the difference between
The learning and the one stagnant

Reviews

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Disciplined doors - I can't get over this, so thought-provoking. I probably would have made it the title, but after reading your poem twice, I see why it's not. The title should give insight into what your poem is about and yours really did that. Very well penned, tyfs

[Pete]

thought-provoking write. intricate wording and images. really made me stop and think ... :)

"Do not hire a man who does your work for money, but him who does it for love of it." - Thoreau

[Shweta]

Thank you Pete :)

[Kent Rawski]

I'm naive,the disciplined doors could they be what your mind let's in and what it keeps out?liked this write

[Levi Levin]

The box of life holds so much for us all. You did a great job!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I guess one can choose to be a simple worker, a 'jobs worth' or learn and progress and make something of your career?

[Shweta]

Completely agree with you John... Thanks for stopping by!

[Robin Dev]

I loved the idea behind your poem... Life's events and chores are found in this beautiful little poem by you.

[Shweta]

Just a random scribble of mine... Yet happy to know what you think. Thank you

[Deepak Belbase]

yeah! it's true it's subtle... the disciplined doors (workplace) teach you what to keep and what to give away. well, it is beautifully expressed poem and the conclusion was like parle g biscuit sprinkled with some rum. but this is not life although you can say that it's a part of it. But it is what we see every day. same people, same office but different challenges... :) Have a nic day

[Shweta]

Oh What a combination! Parle G with Rum... Lol. Thank you for your generous words and review..!!

[Deepak Belbase]

i think you should try it. but make sure you have to sprinkle few drop of it otherwise it will turn bitter :-p

[Perdition]

See now I think "a major part of your work is life"...or should be anyway..Stone the computers..water the fish and by all means set the clock properly lest you find yourself on time. This is truly inspiring .Shweta and just when I thought no one was out there turning their riddles into snowmen for fear of the coming melt, well here I find you with your ice cone and inspiration keeping it going! Wonderful!!
You've reached into a decisive pocket here , I see in this poem what I use to watch daily, looking to go mad and I remember asking myself "When precisely did the world go mad?" It was not on my watch...no surely IT DID NOT happen on my watch?
Well, turns out every generation employs a host of great metaphors in their life to tell themselves exactly what they wish to hear though their souls are rotting. We have done no less then to appease Moloch and in this, all our pondering are being attacked on the sass of a wonderful, wonderful abstract. You've taken your tangibles over and shined their silver with oil and care into the land of intangibles here, A land where all the best ones are quite mad Alice...Simply put.."Well done!"

[Shweta]

Perdition, friend! good to know you view on this. You could never be a part if this monotonous, routine life. Your creative side will pluck you hard mercilessly and toast you in its charm nicely. Well, you never should be, if you ask me.. No part of yours can ever be enclosed in a box even in the slightest.. Yet you found this piece wonderful is what surprises me... Haha

Thanks for your generous review, my friend!

[Perdition]

The fact that you saw it alone is wonderful enough as it cannot be said enough of how mad we live out our lives in monotonous pace. Add that to the fact that you tossed it the life into a box and you have all the elements of a revolution of mind and heart. A fever for more is what sets the changes into motion. " Be brave and mighty forces will come to your aid" ..Goethe. Subtle forces are the ripples that grow the wind and rain and that build the monsoon. Perfect!