No sunrise nor sunset for this click

  No sunrise nor sunset for this click

Gone are those days

of manuscripts dominating

hard,  hand written, erased

and torn, sheer vexation,

paper and bundles in bins

covering baskets, like ghosts

 visiting windows, panes .

A click of mouse, orders,

Bills and transfers, going

global, quick pays, mostly

governed by OTPs. A security

guard  for  all media, doing

undoing many a tasks, in its

own way multitasking; digital

wizard, could be technology’s

wonder working machine.

 A click or double click

 Turn down if the bulb glows;

 Guardian  Angel or ruling motto,

health care and hospital

registers, food markets,

airports and supermarkets

click, clicks and computer

print outs, save and unsaved .

Oh! Lord of Lords,

Can we say our prayers

In a  click or breathe in

And out in a click, know not.

newt after guardian

Newt  ( after   guardian)

What  is  that slips from land

to  water  like a  quiz show

with  unanswered puns

and quips; its pretentious hide

and seek mode does not thrill me

anymore, for life till now is a

similar game .

Don’t be proud newt, for you

are holding multiple ways ;

life and seeming  death is a  game

when you easily turn off,

your layered body from underneath

the stone, it is just  a second

 a while, before you close

open your eyes.

Children out of curiosity touch and twirl,

Me too in my younger days, when I was

a Tortoise in  shell till a tornado swept

past all my dreams ;

I see again the same newt

crawling into water , perhaps

a feel watery sail safer than  a stone.

New order of things after "Guardian"

New  order of things

After  six months of ordeal

Of  pain in the stomach

and patience making me

still with the doing of Messiah,

until colonoscopy brought

something new, something

going to be testing in my

life span, with  keyboard

tapping  with  the monitor

and drips above me  searching

for   vein – vain attempt perhaps.

How did all start, it is still

A mystery and a new  move

leading into  new arena

What does my note pad say?

Trio of keyboard and mouse

and monitor watchful of

the report and move of my Muse.             

There  amidst the “alien corn”child

weeps for  its lost mother and  identity

in   dried grass and paled moon,

my clock ticks  don’t know what for.

Tickets please

TICKETS PLEASE

IN  my days of those  technology

Far  from advancement and magic charm

Train  tickets   like yellow pieces of

Paper and foldable and lost ;

Passengers caught to be reprimanded.

Faces  lost and penalty incurred.

Flimsy papers in  bus travels

A panic for us all until we all

Reach destinations and  testing

Trials for conductors and TTs

For searching and prying into

Pockets -  an  unusal  syndrome.

Now One Time Password cropping

At our command of resend and clicks;

Bookings and cancellations -all

In windows  and  Smart mobiles;

Tickets please – show your snapshot

In mobiles and Id proofs  too

The  giant on wheels tracking  us

On  tracks  expanding far beyond

Our  calculations, kudos to those

Who  invented them.