Friday, June 28, 2019

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.





Sunday, June 23, 2019

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.



Tuesday, June 11, 2019

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.


Monday, June 10, 2019

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.