SHADES OF BLUE

Shades of blue; forever blue

Life is nothing but shades of blue

Shade and shadow playing on

As we remain blissfully

Unaware of the big con.

Playing our petty games,

Ruling our own world,

Thinking we know,

More than most others know,

Mastering subjects and professions,

Unworthy of our time,

Wasting our bodies

With food and wine.

Shades of blue; forever blue

Life is nothing but shades of blue

Shade and shadow playing on

As we remain blissfully

Unaware; of the big con.

Hoping to conquer

All horizons viewed,

Ol! Life is

Nothing but screwed.

When we sincerely assume

We are about to conquer

We only do so presume

For ultimately it is death that to dust us conquer.

Shades of blue; forever blue

Life is nothing but shades of blue

Shade and shadow playing on

As we remain blissfully

Unaware; of the big con.

Before we even realize it,

Our life is soon over.

This veritable life indeed,

Which doth seemed to flower.

Is death a leveler?

Or, just a plain destroyer?

The cessation of breath,

It’s not just a meaningless death.

Shades of blue; forever blue

Life is nothing but shades of blue

Shade and shadow playing on

As we remain blissfully

Unaware; of the big con.

WHEN ROBOT ARMIES MARCH

The day is not far

When robot armies march to war.

The day is not far

When robot armies march to war.

When robot armies fight

With all their terrible might

Complex Software will ensure

That weapons are precise and sure

To make their own value based decision

By using ethical governor software

They will act without doubt or hesitation

And responsibly use the hardware

The day is not far

When robot armies march to war.

The day is not far

When robot armies march to war.

When robotic attack aircraft strike

With an inbuilt guilt operational system

They will not shoot the enemy as they like

Even inside a kill zone defined by their system

When the software certainly indicate

Our enemies are within a cemetery

“Do not fire” the systems will dictate

In unison and in perfect symmetry

The day is not far

When robot armies march to war.

The day is not far

When robot armies march to war.

When robot pilots therefore open fire

They would breach international law

And draw many a nations ire

As enemies will seek shelter behind the law

When robots identify enemy

convoys close to a hospital

The system will allow damaging fire to the convoy

but the hospital in its entirety; it will not destroy.

The day is not far

When robot armies march to war.

The day is not far

When robot armies march to war.

When robot armies march to war

Then the day is not far

That hackers are employed at war

To ensure victory from afar.

When hackers hack robotic attack systems

And corrupt their ethics and guilt systems

Then ultimately it is Man and not his invention

Which is behind all this corruption.

THE SNAKE & THE POLITICIAN.

The politician went for a walk

Inside the nearby park

To rid himself of all the evil

Committed by him; the dirty devil.

It was a tropical twilight,

With the sun already set

when on his constitutional walk

a snake so long he met.

The politician wished the snake

With folded arms as artificial as could be.

The snake was surprised to see

that the politician was not even afraid.

“Aren’t you scared of me?” it asked the politician.

“Why should I be” he replied

“when an entire nation is afraid of me,

why should I be afraid of a snake so wee.”

“That’s true indeed”, said the snake in all humility

for my bite can only poison a single man or woman

while your deeds can destroy all men common.

You poison the system while I just poison

only a mere individual; indeed

you certainly are much more vile than me.

It was at that juncture a common man

entered the park so pretty as a picture.

He noticed the hooded snake

as well as the political hood.

He took a stick from upon the ground

and rushed towards them making a wild sound.

He raised the stick above his head

and struck the politician dead.

The snake smiled as it slithered away

into the bushes growing wild.

The peasant so proud muttered as he looked all around,

“The snake has been around for ages in the park

but has not bit even a single person in the dark.

The politician has been around only for a few years

but has made many a family shed tears.

Therefore my friends if you ever see a snake and a politician

do not hesitate to whack the politician on his pate

and let the snake so wee go away scot free.”

SNAKES EVERYWHERE

I had a strange dream,

a rather eerie kind of dream

and in my dream,

a crystal clear dream,

all that I saw was

snakes everywhere.

Snakes that transformed to human,

snakes that worshiped mammon,

snakes that slithered here,

snakes that slithered there.

These human snakes,

were everywhere.

Other snakes,

they trust not nor care.

Every snake,

an enemy of the other

These slippery human snakes,

These sly cunning snakes,

With venom in their hearts,

and smiles on their faces,

happy when a friend departs,

for hate prevails in all their hearts.

I had a strange dream,

a rather eerie kind of dream

and in my dream,

a crystal clear dream,

all that I saw was

hooded snakes everywhere.

In the midst of these snakes,

These writhing slippery snakes,

I saw a face of innocence

A simpleton full of benevolence

With nothing much of a contribution

to any worldly institution.

A simpleton who considered

these snakes a mere illusion

Noticing the simpleton among them,

The snakes swarmed towards him

They struck him with their fangs

And waited to witness his death pangs

But the simpleton just smiled

And stroked them with fingers mild

The more they bit him

The more he stood firm

I had a strange dream,

a rather eerie kind of dream

and in my dream

a crystal clear dream

all that I saw was

striking snakes everywhere.

The snakes struck their fangs deep

But the simpleton never did weep

Their poison they emptied quickly

While the simpleton stood simply

His blood immune to the poison

Surrendered not to this treason

Until their fangs tore and broke

Leaving behind dead snake folk.

The poison made the simpleton stronger

And his life time all the more longer

While the remaining snakes ran in fear

As towards them he came near

He sought them out as friends so dear

But to them he appeared an enemy clear

They bit and bit and bit and bit

Until they all died bit by bit.

I had a strange dream,

a rather eerie kind of dream

and in my dream

a crystal clear dream

all that I saw was

dead snakes everywhere.

THE MANGO TREE IN MY YARD

A mango tree grew and flourished

in the yard around our house

No one knew how it had been nourished

For none had brought it to the house.

Within a few years the tree grew big

And yielded many a tasty mango

That when ripe were quite big

Though how, we don’t know.

The mango tree attracted a lot of attention

At first did come crows, squirrels and parrots,

The whole place became a peaceful situation

Of bliss; indeed so cool and far out.

Next came the street urchins

Throwing stealthy stones over the wall

It only led to house break-ins

Under the pretext of picking the fruit that did fall.

Last but not the least were the neighbours

Educated so called honest folk

That climbed their terrace for the fruit of their labours

With long sticks they did poke

Respectable people who were lawyers and teachers

They found nothing dishonest in stealing the fruit

These people who were morality preachers

Found nothing wrong in plucking the fruit

“It’s just a natural fruit”, they said

“What’s wrong in taking it?”

They questioned with consciences dead

Revealing that that they were just faking it.

I watched all this from my room so small

Every summer the mangoes came and so did they

Stretching their hand across the wall

Why couldn’t they just ask and take what they may?

I’D RATHER BE A CHILD

Leap for the distant stars

Fly above or over the moon

Go even  as far as mars

But come back for lunch at noon

Don't let them ever make you into an adult.

It’s the most boring thing to be.

I’d rather be a bloody idiot

Than lost without my imagination be

Jump high over deep gorges

Walk fast across vast canyons

Be a cowboy or a crook so bogus

Or like Tarzan remain hanging on banyans

Don't let them ever make you into an adult.

It’s the most boring thing to be.

When your suit become a straight jacket

And your tie a hangman’s noose