The Song of the Raging Sea

Only the tumult of a raging sea,
rocking our boats to places it needn’t be,
who dares whisper a few good words and conciliate?
For mighty is her resolve, and feeble her invaders.

I

Beating against our aged wooden hulls,
her stories she forces us listen,
of conquerors who’ve tried quelling her ire
and soldiers who wished not to partake.
Songs of past surface under the raging storm,
as she cries louder into the setting sun,
and our vessels are but dumb dots,
lost in a mighty gale, drifting away with no desire.
The heavens gather, to listen to her fables,
that which needs be told to every sailor passing.
She sings, in a majestic low soprano,
that the men have made merry in her midst,
carrying goods of war and crime,
that her song is the only redemption, she roars
in a frightening contralto.

II

The old few those who’ve listened with care,
warned us of her ire before we sailed away.
Like seasons weathering old rocks to dust, their lore,
distant and washed away,
little did the forgotten wisdom give us hand,
our wet faces, now bereft of any realization,
piecing the parts only to fail.
In the frantic cadence of her waves,
in her wild cosmic dance,
in the fearful tremors of her ballad,
we solemnly pray for the tale to twist our way,
to the young and true, she’ll say,
listen again, listen again!
That your understanding of this divine tale,
of man and his destiny shall see the light of day.

III

In a desperate bid for a final confluence,
we merged a raft from parts of the now wrecked hull.
She is the canvas for our dreams,
in her we float free like in our mothers’ wombs,
her story too ambitious to comprehend, we let go,
and like a violin soundtrack to God’s elegy,
her rage turns to deep sorrow.
The last voice of this universe,
like the distant hymns of a hindu sage,
she sings the song of the raging sea.

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Mellow

A light, vivacious in its bearing, illuminates what I see,
Softness pervades my mind, and I’m set free!
To ends, I shall go, but means, I will honor and fear,
Over mountains, and rivers, I shall relish this freedom and shed a tear.
Urge to discover, to see and to live,
Nourishing this child of mine, my dream, to believe,
Day and night and far and wide, I shall spread the joy of peace,
In this light that I see, a bliss, come share it with me.
Never let’s quarrel, my kin, my kind,
Go be mellow, and a peace you will find.

Child’s Play!

This play of mine, mega sized to be,
in a world that’s not so far as believed,
but to reach there tonight you should
not have any troubles, that’s troubling.

Love, fun and freedom, these words that are now
rhyming in your heart and actions, you should be.
stars and stars up above, so pretty and bright they’re,
feels so light, I’ll fly and reach up and play with ’em all.

Come come one n all, free this play will be,
See me in play, laugh, clap and cry with me.
On this bright, beautiful star-struck evening.
Oh let’s unite tonight against all that’s bad, and forever be free.

Algorhythm

With O of N in mind, I started right,
To see the code, was no ordinary sight!
Write I did, and compiled it too,
Error it said, Oh now I have no clue.

So now I used more time and space,
N squared it became, and I did a stack trace.
Debug and Recompile, now well and done,
Oh this is sure going to be fun.

In GNU/Linux I believed, and execution began
Oh you should have seen how the code ran!
The system sung the song I wrote,
Its beauty and brilliance, I will not gloat.

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I wrote this in today’s Data Warehousing and Mining theory class.

Was sure a sleepy day. 🙂

I lead a fun life, don’t I?

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