Life of Code

include include my head
the fat code said
define i did its scope
giving it some real hope

and then the main, sweet
decorate, indentate, neat
calls, and passes were made
and some benchmarks laid

time to compile it squealed
Big Oh! of one, i kneeled,
flawless, pristine, and dense
it all finally made sense.

and now to cross platform
as reckoned it did perform
Gee, now to shoot trouble,
the code, indeed very subtle.

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Please forgive me, for i know this is the most preposterous piece of words i’ve written in a long while. i really had no choice. ๐Ÿ˜
P.s try sitting in a C++ class after heavy lunch ๐Ÿ˜ก
gah.

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Mind-lore

I have, unabashed, soared,
from underneath a stifled dream,
I was, as in, repressed, by ’em,
and a lore of life hidden in me.

and now as i walk among,
a breeze that comes with,
brings a halcyon memory forth,
for a life that lies beckoning.

of the many colors that remain
untasted through my days,
in my land i will,
a brief affair, with the strange.

I will, oh certainly do,
see ’em all, drink and taste.
pleasures of the vim,
oh come along, define your life.

and when the wind hit,
as it took away my repose,
or so i thought, I veered,
from a path, of inertia and torpor.

of that scraggly life that i led,
i forget, and i think, and i think,
this new freedom biting its way in,
the devil in me laughed.

I shall, through and through pass,
culling, for life throws ’em aplenty,
affluence seeking its way home,
this myriad mind of mine.

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is my contribution to Jingle’s Thursday Poets Rally Week 31

The Earthly journal.

what if, i walk along
as the world looks on
why can’t they see me?
see the candor in my speech?

I only want to say,
its a bloody huge place.
I only want to say,
its all in his grace.

Here comes, another man
with his demarcated mind,
why do, we argue so
for the world isn’t deprave.

think about a world,
where there are no norms,
no one to question,
no one in power.

All the terrains, in an accord
chugging along, and waving
to the distant past
a past with maps, and atlases.

Oh please open your eyes,
Nobody’s wise, so please realise,
its all in the mind,
the way you think, the way you divide.

is the hue really black?
on the skin of an African man?
because, its only the land,
where the sun shines!

where do we go?
go all the time,
go to our offices,
and go to our homes.

what is this loop?
an insanity,
please enlighten me,
for i dunno the system of this town.

I only wanna say,
its a beautiful place,
a place where we dump
our carbon excretes.

when was the time?
the time you breathed
a gulp of fresh air
of pure oxygen?

and yet we live on,
in our own little space,
heedless to the way,
the system unfolds.

I only wanna say,
its a bloody huge place.
and there’s lotta space,
for everyone to stay.

I only wanna say,
just think about a world
a world without constraints,
the whole world, a single tribe.

Would you really want,
a place where in,
evolution overtakes, the pace,
the pace in which we grow.

its all in this strife,
a strife that started ages ago,
of survival, the fittest of ’em all.
but we beat it, and overtook.

we all survived, we grew brains,
we helped each other,
we sorted it out,
we were the humans, which they were afraid of.

the crops that we grew,
we sold it to the few
who figured in the cycle
of life that supported the farm.

a giant cycle, of departments
each parasite, to the other.
we chugged along, very fine,
but untill now, the problem arised.

the world at war, we lost trust
trust to the kin,
the kin we sold our crops to.
so it was all done, a bloody mistake.

now that those lines,
won’t allow us past,
to be free, to go beyond
and this binding of ourselves, is eating us all.

so we tuned,
tuned into the system
and heeded less,
about the world, the world free of carbon excrete.

I only wanna say,
its a bloody beautiful place,
why dump the cycle, the trust
why dump it all?

I only wanna say,
please think it through,
’cause we’d look damn cute,
harmony befallen upon us.

The Tale of our spin

The moon, up and about
when time hit its note
pale and abstruse he stood
his demeanor, wise and kingly.

but there he was, and then wasn’t
dawn it was, as the clock ticked on
And thus he came,
eponym to the billion or so.

The Sun in his chariot,
golden and glowing, smiled down
on his nine minions, for now.
everything was happy and glorious

so near he stands now,
swelling on his own fodder.
to act paladin, and yet that
look, savage and baleful

for without the cloth
on our mother’s bosom,
the yin unbalanced, he flares
his ire, and his life, lurks.

the existence itself, an infant
for now he isn’t pervert enough
but surely, we have misunderstood
for our father, isn’t a bloody cheat.

is it all a fabric woven before?
seemingly incapable of adjustments?
oh please do answer,
the reason of the system.

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– is my contribution to, Thursday Poets Rally Week 27

Indian Glory

The pride of being a denizen
Of the country so vast and magical
And glory as its epithet,
Is ignited.

Beyond the realms of mankind
A god in whom we trust
Laughs, for he knows
He has flawed in his greatest creation

A flaw that we must
Introspect within us
And when we realize the truth
Our faith decides destiny.

And in this land of mystery
A land of immense power and magic
We battle,
A battle for our survival

A flaw that coerced joy
The battle deluded the mind
and the fate that followed
Is decided by him and only him.

Diversity is a humble word
To express the magnitude of man
Enduring the lifestyle it has to offer
Bearing, enjoying, relishing.

In this cycle of emotion
There is darkness.
A profane enemy lurking,
Waiting for his gamble.

The flaw, a twisted mind
And of no respect to human values
A pervert aroused.
For he lurks in us, beware.

And we introspect, this very moment
To curb the deviant, and a desperate plea
O lord! Help us defy the flaw.
And fight the virus which has the potential.

And thus does faith determine
The true road to destiny.
But the shield that still binds us
Is that we are still denizens of this land.

And when we fight, we unite
Against the profane and the pervert.
The enemy which has lured us into battle.
And thus we are, true to our kind.

Faith, unity, and Mother Nature
The elements intertwined,
Gives us a light, the answer
To manโ€™s supplication.