Two places

As I watch myself
I find that I’m everywhere
Between an adventure and a home
Between two ideologies
Two hearts, two emotions,
P’raps on the path of virtuosity

You brush across many
On the narrow streets of life
Most of them pass you by
… well, most of them.

The motto of life?

The motto of life?

Black and Light

Black and Light
Black and White Tree

Who am I

Who arst I, I ask myself often
And whence I know, I know,
I need know nothin’ more
I need say nothin’ more

Two Bogies

Bogies of different trains we are
That met at a station
We share more than the cursory
A linkage more than the evident

Now as the guard blows the whistle
And you pull out of the station
The heart beats faster
Threat of a mere memory looms
Alas your track runs different
Our destinations lead afar

But the is long
Many stations would come along
Deep I hope
Our tracks would meet again
And we would be stationed for good
At another station

A Purpose Hidden

Millions in the melee
Each a story, an ego
Like I, like you
And a purpose
Lost, hidden 
Deep beneath the layers
Of existence

A Connect

As I sleep beneath the sky
And look up at the stars
I grasp to rekindle a Connect
That had lit me once
Of the stars, and I
And the whole wide world
A warm, gentle Quiet
That had pierced me thus

Another life, another time?

Another life, another time?

As another body lies still
And a escapes
I wonder what am I gunning after
Am I pursuing a transience,
A phantasmagoric zilch
That would reward me with nothing
And take away all
As one day I burn awayWould I at least now change my rhyme?
Align myself with myself?
Stop beating with the trivial,
for another life, another time.

Lost innocence and basic rights

While our kids are in school building up their future, ensconced in the comforts of … , barefoot, begging around in the rain or shine, thousands of kids suffer. Wonder what is their fault? Do they even know anything else but struggle? Is there something called basic rights for all? Right to education?
Wonder if we should blame the Creator or its creation? Both seem to be at fault.

A power surge is bad for Data

A power surge at the hosting end, protective apparatus failed, and my whole site got wiped out along with million others. There was no back-up. Budget hosting had no back-up, and the hosting company is out with its hidden, legal jargon. Glad someone I know sued it.

So well, an obituary of once-a-site. I loved the layout and the design. Lost many a articles and poems, and back to reviving the basics => blogger.

A note to myself: keep  2 separate back-ups.

A power surge is bad for Data