Back to cubicle life

Back to cubicle life.
After a hiatus of an year, now the cardboard boxes are back.I am surrounded on 2 sides by them and the employee-collar that makes you one among the pack.
No expectations as of now, but I like the discipline of sitting in front of a laptop for 9 hours and having something which i have to do. Maybe there is nothing like interesting stuff as I have been wandering aimlessly for the past one month without anything to do. I bloody well do not have an intellectual curiosity to pursue, except the occasional browsing of wikipedia.
Maybe It is good.
I am made to lease my mind to corporates for the sum that they credit into my bank account every month. But hey, maybe not. Maybe I will find this job interesting, manipulating minds and systems and processes in my own way. Maybe I will align it with some ambition which I have developed in my mind, conditioned by circumstances, and evolved through time and acquired foolishness
Maybe, just maybe. I will wait and see...

opportunity cost - in the making

This moment could have been a billion other moments
some richer, some merrier, some smoother
and some rougher
but this moment carries the opportunity cost
of a billion other moments
and that weighs on it

freedom

I don't want to be constrained
Not by my thoughts
not by aims,
or by the mirage of success
and the ways of life

I don't want to be constrained
by the riches in future or
fame or fortune
or status or security

not by the virtues of the rich
or the styles of the famous
or the patterns of decisions
or the ways of the world

'Year passed by' - in construction

many more waves passed over the shore
and filled with sands, all scars from yore
many more winds have blown over the desert
and many more suns have risen over the hills
...

Simplistic depiction of a wedding

white flowing dress
dark glowing tress
chimes and flowers
bouquet and clovers
arches and domes
whispers and small chatter
and more audible patter
smile of hope
knowing glances
and then the vows
and applause
fun and frolic
dine and wine
and a pleasant wind
two distinct bodies
and a single mind

Boredom

boredom creeping in
moments of nothingness
some unknown thoughts
registered in memory and washed away
some unseen scenes
flashing and fading away
surfing through the cyber world
for unseen pages and images
slacking before the exam tomorrow
with umpteen slides galore
wasting away time
no inspiration
none
dull
dry
placid
stalled
and
...

Voluntary Boundedness

Classic cacophony
disturbance and chemicals
bounded bounded self
bounded bounded self
cynical world, manners to keep
social capital
burning sun, sweaty forehead
thirsty dry lips
patches of grass, white sand all around
bounded self but no compulsion
voluntary boundedness
dry straight road, waves pounding
the rock, and again voluntary boundedness