My Withered Rose

Somewhere in a corner of my mind,
Deep within dark caverns labyrinthine,
There lies a dusty memory in repose
Very much akin to a withered, red rose.

The petals are dry, but deeply shaded
With just a little fragrance, now faded.
And frozen in space and time, with it
Are stem, leaves and thorns complete.

In moments that are entirely my own
To that secluded chamber, I feel drawn,
And I relive precious moments of my life-
Moments that have long passed me by.

The scenes evoked are vivid and bright.
The events and people all come to life.
It is as if time stopped in its tracks
And turned around to take me back.

Hooked, I long to seek the rose again-
To revel in the walk down memory lane.
The rose lies motionless in suspension-
Withered, yet alive, by untold emotions.

He Lives

I see Him in the flowers.
I see Him in the trees.
I see Him in the caterpillars
And in the buzzing bees.

I see Him in the meadows.
I see Him in the seas.
I see Him in the rainbows
And in the mountain peaks.

He lives in everything that moves
And in everything that breathes.
He lives in all things everywhere.
He lives in you and me.

Action Required – Acceptance

Let’s consider some perspectives.
The Sun moves around the center of the galaxy
Completing one orbit in a cosmic year.
Each cosmic year equals 230 million Earth years.
And the Sun has seen 20.5 cosmic years.
The Earth moves around the blazing Sun.
Completing one orbit in a year.
Each year equals 365 Earth days.
And the Earth has seen 4.5 billion years.
And then there’s you, racing around all your desires.
Letting unfulfilled expectations rule.
Passing judgements based on emotions.
Creating definitions from perceptions.
In an average life span of seventy years,
You forget that all that matters is
Not the next day, hour or minute,
But just the next second
When you – breathe.

When Imagination Takes Flight

Logic says the Moon is far away from Earth.
384,400 kilometers away to be precise.
A thin layer of gases form its atmosphere
And breathing these would surely cause a human to die.
Its surface is uneven with many round craters
Where space rocks crash and the ground gets pulverized.
But the wings of my dreams take me on an adventure
In which I can whoosh away to the silver satellite,
And discover that it is entirely made of cheddar
As the old man living there greets me with a high five.
“But this defies logic!!!” So will say the naysayers.
And yes, it’s true, what they say is right.
But listen closely to me, my brothers and sisters.
Nothing’s impossible when imagination takes flight.

Artificial Intelligence

Do you know Siri, Cortana or Bixby can be of assistance
To set reminders or to look for misplaced earphones?
No, these are not the names of lovers or girlfriends.
These are some creations with artificial intelligence.

Have you heard about robotaxis that drive on their own?
Or shopped at stores without any checkout interaction?
All of these are not from the pages of science fiction.
These are the manifestations of artificial intelligence.

Yes, to create machines that interact like humans,
To provide them with a mechanism for making decisions,
To go beyond the edges that limit his own reasoning,
This is man on his journey with artificial intelligence.

What was just imagination in the times ancient
Is now evolving into reality in the name of solutions.
Scientists assure that it will never replace humans,
But will this child be the father of the bionic man?

A Storm

Waves towering as high as the skies,
Dark clouds crashing and thundering,
Forks of white lightning crackling,
Icy cold winds howling,
Whip-like rain lashing,
Boats floundering
In the sea-
A fierce
Storm.

PS: This poem is a nonet. It has 9 lines The first line has 9 syllables, the second has 8, and so on till the last line that has 1 syllable.

The Mirror Never Lies

‘Tis true that the mirror never lies.
‘Tis a logic that couldn’t be defied.
What you are is what you will see,
And this is for all things till infinity.

The mirror sees all and reflects all –
Beauty that appeals; scars that appall.
No color or curve can stay hidden
When tested in a mirror’s reflection.

The mirror is a window to the world
That ones own eyes couldn’t behold.
With every minute detail, it unfurls
A vision of the depths of the soul.

A mirror will never distort the truth
Even if it’s broken in tiny pieces, too.
In moments when delusions surround
The verity, in a mirror, can be found.

Why?

If reason would have ruled, there’d be no wars
What prompts men to maim and kill their brethren,
If not emotions like hatred, disdain, fear and anger?
Why don’t the cries and sufferings from times ancient
Lead us towards a peaceful life with each other?
Why do we trade reason to pacify these bitter emotions?

The Boon

Come fly with me to the silver moon –
This’ll no longer be wishful thinking.
It is a dream that will come true soon
Straight out of the pages of fiction.
Many nations may yearn for this boon,
But I’m sure the ones who will succeed
Will hail from my great motherland too.
And even the stars that keep twinkling,
To our conquests will not be immune.

PS: This is a Magic 9 poem. Rhyme scheme ABRACADABRA without the R, so ABACADABA. Also, 9 syllables in each line.

Deep Within

Deep within each one of us,
there lies a child so tender –
Bright-eyed and innocent,
curious and full of wonder.
O! Where’s the map to retrace
This long-forgotten treasure?

In Search of Freedom

In search of freedom, I consulted the vast ocean
With white-crested waves spreading into the horizon,
But it asked me to speak to the tall mountains
That limited its boundaries from all directions.

So, off I went and spoke to the mountains high.
They stood unmoving, reaching into the skies,
But the mountains said to ask the puffy clouds
That blocked them from view with their shrouds.

So, I ran on and asked the clouds floating by
They were parading in shades of grey and white,
But they all told me to question the gusty winds
Who often tossed them about to their whims.

So, I posed my query to the passing breeze
That was blowing freely among the green trees,
But it said to quiz the Sun shining blazingly,
For it’s direction was determined by the orb’s heat.

So, I quizzed the Sun with my squinting eyes,
As he was dazzling away like a ball of fire bright,
But he asked me to check with the Maker Himself,
For there were times when he too had to set.

So, I requested a reply from the Almighty Lord
As He sat in silence in the temple by the road.
He smiled at me kindly, and then finally, said
To ask the question to the thoughts in my head.

And, that was the moment it dawned on me
That freedom is really in what and how we think,
For those thoughts manifest into speech and actions,
And these, in turn, create societies and nations.