Waiting for an Interview

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

men and boys may relate ;)

I was fully decked up, neatly combed my hair,

I was looking a witty nerd, with all my docs glow fair.

I was bit tensed inside, my heart leaped every beat,

I was memorising some tips, how to treat the greet.

Before me were ten more, sitting straight like saints,

All were looking so tensed up, tightening collars and dents.

Butterflies flied inside, my heart went folded small,

I felt like weak and childish, despite so strong and tall.

The clock looked like a spider, trying to cob my brain,

The silence appeared more sound, boredom full of pain.

I could become a writer, could write and read whole life,

But my dad financed for his dreams, and the desires of his wife.

They wanted me to be an ‘idiot’, so put me in some exams,

Then let me go to college, so that an Engineer I become.

And I got the pass-marks, titled too with B.Tech,

My ‘passion’ scolds me daily, as ‘she’ knows it’s full fake!

To let ‘her’ know I love her, I steal my time from bedtime,

If dad somehow would come to know, would surely acknowledge it a ‘crime’!

He must enjoy his retirement, and repose and relax a settled life,

This is the time he can do anything, apart from poking me, planning rife.

Suddenly entered another nerd, in haste and pushed the door in,

A thick specs, oiled hair, and white shirt matched perfect with his broad grin.

He threw and hooked a narrow look, as if I came from direct jail,

He acted so confident that he would make it and we’d fail.

I felt so boring with those craps; I don’t know what I was waiting for!

I wanted to cheer up for an F1 race, and run off from this torture.

I wished to see a sports match, rather than sitting there,

I wished to hang out with friends, but who would at all care?

I still cared the beauty, cross-legged on her chair,

I couldn’t take my eyes off her and her bouncy hair.

I dreamt of dancing at party, holding her thin slim waist,

She looked a gorgeous beauty, adorably superbly dressed.

Why I didn’t know was waiting, for this bloody damn interview call!

Instead I could date the woman, in front of Niagara Falls.

She called each name of candidate, directed to move to hall,

I desired to take her for dinner, and hating these happening all.

Suddenly my name was triggered, her rosy lips infused,

I stood up firm and numb too, tensions overdue.

Submitted: February 03, 2012

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Elton Camp

Very good job. Thank you for sharing your material. I really enjoyed reading it. Elton

Sat, February 4th, 2012 9:38am


My pleasure Sir

Sat, February 4th, 2012 11:08am


very nice Joe! i love how you write! i love how you write on my wall and ask for my thoughts. it makes me feel needed!!! love always Shawna

Sat, February 4th, 2012 5:01pm


Cos I admire u like my daughter :)and trust me..u r always needed.Hugs

Sat, February 4th, 2012 11:08am


I enjoyed this poem, it was funny!! and, very creative, as well as amazingly written. :DD

Sun, February 5th, 2012 12:26am


Thanks dear

Sun, February 5th, 2012 9:51pm

Maximum Kay

I really love the content in this poem! very entertaining! If I might suggest one thing, it may benefit the poem if you tried to change your wording slightly so it flows a little better. If you want I can give you some examples to help with this. you can send me an email at life_or_death2008@hotmail.com :) But other than that it was a very great in content!

Mon, February 6th, 2012 8:04am


Ahhhh! that would be my pleasure. Surely I will mail u soon. :)

Mon, February 6th, 2012 12:47am


This was very entertaining. I liked the way you expressed the mood of a person who is choosing a career path just to make his parents happy. It happens so much in our society "Safe Jobs". Enjoyed the ending para as well. Friend, when a writer is enjoying his/her work it reflects in words and I was able to feel the enjoyment in this write.

Mon, February 6th, 2012 6:07pm


that's so very true Gagan. Recently I had been through so much ups and downs of my life that it almost turned into a hell. I tried being patient and making it better for me and two and a half years old little son. I am better now. And the only holy job that I do, apart from my designated post in a certain export company, is writing out my thoughts...they reflect whatever I had experienced, my dreams, my likes, my dislikes...any bullshit that I can think about just reflects in my poems. Anyway, thanks again. And I tried to make an attempt to take the attire of a Boy and then telling you the story of my interview.

Mon, February 6th, 2012 11:39am


It happens to me sometimes. I want to end the routine and dive straight into the bermuda triangle. Great poem. But it ended abruptly:( I was dying to read about the outcome of the interview?

Sun, June 3rd, 2012 10:11am


no I thought let me keep it an open ended!

Wed, June 6th, 2012 4:28am


Eemember me telling you that I wanted to work at the docks? It sucks to work in a Hospital

Sun, June 3rd, 2012 10:12am


I remember! its the story of many I guess

Wed, June 6th, 2012 4:27am

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