''Google enters teens!''

Google celebrated its 13th B'day on this Sept 27

As a kid, I’d learnt two things!
They’d literally changed my life
One- to learn to Google;
The other being- to master the art of ogling!

Google –revolutionized thoughts
Changed the perspective of everything
A true Einstein it is!
Never a Jack of all trades instead,a master of it all!

In a playground called Internet,
Google rules the roost!
You type it and laze around
While it takes the pain to redirect everything related

I remember whenever I was on tenterhook
Needed more than just worldly wisdom,
None of my ideas materializing
I knew I’d find a succour in Google

Men and women, think alike
When it comes to choosing,
Who the best is!
Unanimously, Google- the Smart one!

Cloud computing? Do I know that?
Many other marvelous stuffs outta Google,
Do I know them all?
Nay, Can I know all the many brilliant stuffs it gets out?

What better occasion than this to thank Google?
For it’s the mighty behemoth’s 13th B’day !
I’d love to tell it how I enjoy every service it offers
Youtube, Translate, Maps, Blogger, Android and all!

Back when I was 13,
I was a stripling unknown to all
I still ‘m someone with very little to tell about!
But, Google in its teen is already the undefeated!

I realize that I can write pages on Google!
Irresistible but little did you all know that,
I’ve got an assignment to do
I’d ‘ve to Google it!

Wishing that day 'd never dawned!

Wishing that day 'd never dawned!

Tick tock, tick tock rocked the giant pendulum clock

Hypnotizing, translating me to a period ages ago

Sort of time warp;

Memories of instances etched in my brain

Shuffling through every piercing instance,

Wishing that day had never dawned!

In chronological order- the very first voice from the past,

Ain’t nostalgic, for I was startled!

Kingly beast Dino that ruled over was wiped off

Was it any mean trick of a sorcerer?

Why couldn’t Eve resist the luscious bright red apple?

Only wishing that day had never dawned!

Civilization proliferated,

Tribes did increase

Crusades, genocides, WW, battles marred the world I didn’t know

Blood splatter, espionage, the highhandedness of axis powers

Countering them, the allies– Hitler, his cronies with quarter a moustache

Wishing that very day had never dawned!

How I was thrilled listening about Alexander, Caesar,

Romans, Greeks, Egyptians, Aztecs, Indians;

Why couldn’t I’ve seen it all?

Wish it were all real like yesterday!

Couldn’t Shakespeare, Napoleon and the alike been my chums?

Alas, that day would never dawn!

Then came an era when the word – "Scientia”

Dispelled and warded off faiths and beliefs

Was it an arch enemy of church?  Well, Yeah!

Few enlightened –brutally murdered,

Silencing the intellectual rest

Wishing that day had never dawned!

Columbus, colonizers crossed the blue seas

Discovering America and other virgin lands

Living a king’s life;

Propagating slavery and trade,

Plundering, taking away the riches

Wishing that day had never dawned!

Three Mile Island, Krakatau, Haiti, Tsunami,

Great depression and an endless list of others

Ramshackl’d mankind and nature!

Why couldn’t the twelve children of the Year sense it earlier?

Couldn’t they’ve skipped a day?

Now I only wish that day had never dawned!

  

Having had enough of it,

With all my might, I sprang to life again,

Blinding my eyes, shutting my mind

Laid my imagination to rest

Popped an aspirin to set my pounding head

Equally wishing this day had never dawned!

Das Mighty !

As a kid I always awaited

My granddad’s homecoming

Senile though looked young

Chiseled looks, salt and peppered hair

‘’A carnival!’’, every time he came home

 Sitting on his lap, I asked, ‘what is power?’

 All he’d to say was it was humongous

For me to get the literal sense

Though it can either be detrimental or otherwise

Godly one shall feel!

Out of all the bedtime stories he’d narrated to me

He quickly recollected it

To tell that, Power may be like –

You are Zeus of Greek Mythology!

I was awed, my mouth wide open

Still I couldn’t get an abstract of what power was

As I grew, that feeling intrigued me

More and more

As many years ticked away,

My inquisitiveness leaped by scores

Tempest in my mind, wild enough

Borne out of my childhood

The very old question consumed me whole

That question ain’t ephemeral

Volatile for my mind to rack it any more

Involuntarily I found myself running to

My granddad to ask it yet again

But after a due course of ten long years

He still looked not a day older

From the time I met him last

He grinned and said aloud,

‘’I knew you’d turn back to me about that!’’

I nodded grinning back

He quickly reached to his shirt pocket

Handed me an antique Pen

It was all unambiguous and clear

I realized what he’d hinted on

"A Pen holds the utmost power!"

Writings of all forms‘d set uproars

Ones that even swords couldn’t!

Years later, I’m in all praise of him

He ain’t any more!

But that priceless piece of mind

Helped me go long way

Now I advice and preach it to all

All the sparks that writings ’ve created

Bringing out a revolution all over

Thinking deep, putting it down in words

Now I consider myself the Powerful one!

The mighty colossal Beast of all!

Hues of life

By the cherry blossoms, a senile, doddering

Grey-haired; marked by his sagging flesh

With seemingly natural dentures

Shambled his feet awkwardly!

Another mortal being he is

Gust whipped the sweet scent of cherries

Lazily breezing past his cheeks

Gushing, Whizzing, Whirring around

Golden yellow leaves raining

Everything enunciating, ‘’Its spring, again!’’

Crimson hued sun playing peek-a-boo past dusty clouds

Flowery bushes, grassy green outgrowths

Dancing to the sounds of nature

Crystal clear lake brimming with icy water

All Inanimate but yet immortal

Past his feet, rows of marching

Disciplinarian ants each loaded with a colossal lump

Of sugar from the leftover donut

An allegory of all the hardships he’d faced

Marching along thankful for not stomped by – mere mortal

Bright, bubbly kids around with hula-hoops, bats

Sprinting and playing together

Babies on prams enjoying the spring

Poodles and pooches out for a walk;

All brimming with life yet like the old man – mere mortals

The Solitary Weeper

My venture in to blogging side kicked along with it another interest too. Writing poems - Yet another channel to let my madness flow through.

' The Solitary Weeper '

In a distant land, sitting to himself

A young lad’s teary eyes glossy, cold

Lay transfixed at the distant horizon

Motionless and lost in the tranquility of nature

Perturbed by his sudden outburst of tears,

Resting birds fluttered away cooing, cawing;

Wailing only louder in his hoarse baritone

Impulsively kicked the ground hard

Tears rolling down, sore eyes,

Clenched fist and pearly teeth baring

Muttered to his self

Uncanny and broken words

Concealed behind a tender foliage

I yearned to know, ‘What‘d happened! ‘

May be a heartbreak, shattered dreams

Or a fall out with dear ones

For sure, none can help him out

Takes sands of time to get over

Though etched deep in one’s heart

I knew he’d be better!

It ain’t new, I’d been through this

Fairly conversant I were of those

Life ain’t all that easy

Better tide over a good share of trails and tribulations

Making up my mind, quickly retreated

Through the overgrown heath

Treaded the same way back

Got in the crammed tram

I’d be gone forever-

A spider caught in its own web!

So shall the forlorn solitary weeper

With a mended heart,  out of his blues.