Friday, 1 June 2012

Searching

Searching
On paths astray
For a small clue
On the why, the who
Searching
The ticking of time
For what it meant
That world of two

Searching
With wistful eyes
For the me I was
Or was meant to be
Searching
As years passed by
In the unquestioned routine
Of you and me

Saturday, 6 August 2011

Markets Unplugged

Packed in a train, crowded and stuffy
Laptop, FT, the first cup of coffee
Some exhausted from each long night
Some excited by the opportunity to fight
Driven, untiring, spiffy men
Smart young women ready to win

‪Real time data on each market each scrip
‪Coffee on the table, no time for a sip
‪Ferocious, data-spewing Bloomberg screens
‪Split-second trade orders that sound so mean
‪Bulls fighting the bears with hedges and floors
‪To profit on each trade, make earnings soar

‪Calling on clients with the perfect pitch
‪Exciting targets,  great strategic fit
‪Synergies in revenues and costs to trim
‪Capital structures, designed to win
‪Large models with switches to show
‪Accretion of earnings and rich cash flow

‪Hectic days and long nights
‪Each moment spent on getting it right
‪Not a second lost, no time for a break
‪Lunch is for losers;  we have much more at stake
‪Unending meetings and conference calls
‪If we bat an eyelid the world will fall

‪All the hard work notwithstanding
‪Every bank had a gruesome landing
‪Lehman, Bear Stearns and AIG
‪All hit the bottom of the sea
‪Bailout packages to the rescue
‪Funded from taxes, paid by you

‪Anxious policy leaders in every nation
‪Fighting rising deficits, economic stagnation
Solving for here, solving for now
‪To calm the panicked markets somehow
‪Quantitative easing, the raised debt ceiling
‪Safe-haven greenback now less appealing

‪‪Would it be better if we eased up a bit
Instead of chasing profts, taking undue risks
Enjoyed our backyard, played with the kids
Instead of stretching our minds and losing our wits
Save the sweat, the stress, the toil, the craze
Leaving the world a richer, safer place.

Friday, 5 August 2011

This Is My Chance

On a burning plank
In the middle of the ocean
Currents too strong to swim
But something within
Says this is the moment
This is my chance to win

How can I feel this way
It almost feels wrong
I'm skating on thin ice
Yet feeling so strong

I don't know my path
Nor what I wish to find
Headed out on my own
No map no guide

It could be a mistake
And how can I know
But I can't hold back
I've got to let me go

My heart quivers
My hands shake
At facing the open winds
Yet something within
Says I can scale new heights
I am growing strong new wings

This is my chance
To take the leap
And do the best I can
This is my chance
To embrace the unknown
And find out who I am

Sunday, 31 July 2011

Of Ants and Elephants

In a room cold dark and dingy
With ugly ants and wild elephants
I was fighting long and hard
Sweating and struggling
To tame the elephants
Overwhelmed and afraid

Until a friend walked by
Surprised at my plight
How could I have confused an ant for an elephant?
Its all in the mind she said
Another friend walked by
Surprised at my plight
She could see no ants
She could see no elephants
Its all in the mind she said

I looked around again and asked myself
Long hours of battle
Many tears being shed
Were there any ants
Or any elephants
Or was I fighting my mind instead?

The Race We Ran

We ran along
A long road
Few rests few stops
Through worries and woes

You were ahead
You were behind
You toiled along
On each side

Each tired step
Asked you and me
Where were we going
What did we seek

We struggled today
So tomorrow would be free
But Unbeknownst to you
Unbeknownst to me
This race that left us worn away
Just took us back to yesterday

You

I feel closer to you as you share your fears
In harmony with you as you confess your mistakes
Your failings give me the strength to accept my own
Your doubts help me live with my own deepest misgivings
I don’t need you to be perfect
All I seek is the real you
As sharing the path you struggle through
Beyond seasons, beyond time
Will give me the strength to live through mine