Saturday, November 27, 2010

Ode to Marina

The endless raging sea,
reminds me, of infinity.
Standing on the shore,
the phase boundary,
I think of the map-work
blue pencil crayons,
and laugh at myself,
at how I could fill
in just a few seconds,
vastness of the ocean.
Next moment I'm scared,
at my innocent insolence,
and hope the sea
doesn't punish me.
Just like it did, 

ravaged their lives
without a felony.

Marina reminds me
of her beautiful hair,
freely flowing in air,
the humming breeze,
retains her scent,
unlike the sand, where
footprints can't stand.
We chased the waves,
only to be chased back,
and find the sand shifting
beneath our feet,
just like time.
We could stand
by holding hands,
and it lasts only
till waves recede.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Dogs and underdogs

The dog at the cafeteria
has now become intelligent,
just like the Japanese crow
and why not ? It's living among 
the country's best minds !
He stands on it's hind legs
and grabs the table leftovers
with his canted jaws.

He's a stray dog, designed
to live on rotting grub.
No one asks if he can
survive food shortages,
weather Madras rains.
No one needs to.

There are other 'dogs'
who were born human.
Even if they're intelligent,
they still live on leftovers.
While they recline with
their bellies tired of hunger,
the stray dogs urinate,
vent their anger at this
cut-throat competition.

Yes, they were born
to a human mother who
perhaps left them in a bush,
and died of starvation.
No one asks if they can
survive food shortages,
weather Madras rains.
No one needs to ?

 (Thanks to Trinath for helping me find a suitable title)

Monday, November 15, 2010

Nothing is absolute

Absolutely nothing
that I can think of,
is absolute, be it
love or hatred
pleasure or pain
good or bad
loss or gain.
Not even matter
or its laws !
(forget abstraction)
Stupefying it is,
To know that
 I'm composed of
quarks and leptons,
non-local particles
rife with uncertainty.
They call the
universe unknown
as dark matter,
but is the known,
really known ?
Of course, my
thoughts posses
a limitation.
Conceive it, I may
one fine day, but
the fact that my
very existence
from head to toe,
is an approximation
will annul
the inception !
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