FOR A MOONLIGHT DINNER

 

 

Moon, for centuries the cynosure of many an Indian bedtime fable,
Babies too, like phases of the moon’s bimonthly beguiled stage,
Incessant cry a minute,laughter in the next,reasons so unstable,
To everyone’s delight,moon is the darling of many a space voyage

Fifty years had gone by,when the human feet grazed its surface,
Paving  the way to explore the myths about the earth’s satellite,
Thus began the race, nations queuing up their research space,
Our nation,not far behind,started its venture,with all its delight.

Fourth nation to achieve the feat, now we’re a dozen years hence,
Stage one, set eyes on south pole, polar study and its chemistry,
The venture and the discovery of water,a triumph to be in precise,
Giving hopes for future missions,yet failed after one year history.

Phase Two,was in real earnest,took wings and launched recently,
Targeting the side of lunar surface and to study the lunar day,
We pray and hope the almighty, the mission to end successfully,
For its success will skyrocket Indian space research in a big way.

LEST  WE  FORGET OURSELVES…A REMINDER

 

The medical men oft think, they’re super humans ,so nonpareil,

True, they are the diamonds, cut above the rest and uncut too,   

When the sails are blown off, they restore the sick back on trail,

May be their acumen brings cheers on the kith and kin too.

Their memory is worth a research stuff, yet they too suffer its loss,

One of their cult had this doubt, more in mind than he did fathom,

This sailor had  lost his track, having  gathered most of the moss,

Worried eyes spoke volumes, the distraught mind hidden in them,

Sought advice from his bosom friend, amidst a growing fear around,

Tests that followed laid  all doubts to rest, the solace never in astray,

Neurons link  human brain to every event, are intricate and sound, 

Question remains, where in the brain the memories remain and stay.

 

Browsed the net time and again ,the site of the memory still at large,

Hundred billions, their synapses and  thousand terabytes ,so huge,

Encoding, retrieval  chemically and electrically in combine on stage,

Make  entire acts so difficult to assimilate or understand in refuge.

 

The best we can do, forget all these neurons, forget their complexities,

Live in the present, enjoy and relax, the advice by the neurons to thee, 

So did the friend advise the hapless medico friend of these realities,

Hope this solace will not be forgotten by all, relax, forget thy worry

     

PENCILLING MY PENSIVE THOUGHTS……. 

 

New  inventions galore, yet the world existed even before,

Things that helped us for centuries, now in total oblivion

Aids us to write, communicate and teach others for sure,

One such is the slender pencil, hear its laments in verse. 

 

Seven inches, my standard height , you can say that way,

One fourth  an inch, my girth, no choice, you  prefer less,

Dressed in different stripes of color, much to your liking,

One end has a rubber sleeve, again to erase your blemish.  

My heart is graphite, the central core, can write volumes

No charm to boast of, yet I do express through my heart,

Deliver boldly and beautifully, thanking the shrewd user,

Need a godfather like you to fathom my heart to the hilt.

 

Oft lying idly, once sharpened, I start to write your heart,

Needs a constant cajole, I get blunt, thanks to all thy skill,

Constant sharpening doubles my potency, cheating none,  

Never grumble when over used or underused till my death. 

 

Advancing Science did hasten my exit, hear my death knell,

Have sorrows and shortcomings, none is perfect though?

You medicos and I share and differ  some same emotions,

May sound ridiculous, yet some way I feel proud and elated.   

 

Our hearts appear tough but do spring to help the needy, 

Our service age related, making an impression razor sharp,

Exterior may deceive the eyes, hides a helping heart within,

My skills on constant sharpening, so do thy knowledge too.   

 

We differ, in your services oft laudable, and non erasable,

Mine, short lived, fades , yet dependable in emergency,

Never do I stain thy stature or stain thy attire and unselfish,

Message is clear, I am your servant, ready to obey its master,

World hath seen many rebirths, once discarded comes again, 

We pedaled crazily the tricycle, only to thrive on a bicycle later, 

The mopeds reformed our lives, the riches sought the limousines,

The lazy hearts took its heavy toll, now they walk for health.

 

Men may come, men may go, I go on forever, an old saying,

Yours truly three centuries old, my job now, is one of a spare,

Amongst the greats, though idling, do serve once in awhile,

Like a bicycle, my rebirth will come soon, I do crave thy care.

POLITRICKS – POLITICS, WITH MANY A TRICK UP THE SLEEVE
  
Scientists think-tank in their annual meet had indeed a weird thinking
To know the genetic pedigree of men in politics, was the main subject,
Whether their genes carry a trait, an ever eluding enigma, so amusing,
Why them, also pondered many a level headed scholars in total abject.
 
Whoever put this idea, had a laugh within, in a lighter vein in repeats.
This perplexed many a scientist abroad to have their nose sharpened,
Recently the American President was serving food to all in Id feasts
Will this ever occur in India, the patriotic fans getting disheartened.
 
Can this happen in our country with no escorts, no fanfare or tantrum,
These men are a different breed, their descriptions beyond dictionary.
Seen everywhere, like the air we can feel them, we cannot hold them,
You may be his neighbor, feigns as your friend, yet never in necessity.

They have enormous memory of oft repeated events of their enemies,
Forgetting the commonest ones, their diary holding all the vital events.
They preside over and talk in academic meets with consummate ease,
They are usually school discards, branded illiterates or recycled brains.

Once a minister wanted more such ports when praising road transports,
Many of them do not know the commonly known words or disciplines,
These gentlemen often clad in white, extraordinarily stiff and in pleats,
The dress codes may vary from state to state, motives all in same lines.

They show enormous energy to convene conventions and party meets
Field time for fund collections, just a call over mobile to all the donor,
The funds arrive in stacks in return for resolving the donor’s quagmires
A transfer to the place of choice, a promotion to a higher post in tenor.

Their modes often differ, moods differ, offers differ, coffers swell later
For selection of state job or advantage post- retirement conundrums,
Favors may appear natural, yet the repercussions do echo much later,
Always have the henchmen with imposture of  his deceitful intentions.

Marriage halls too their place of  choice, arriving  at break neck speeds,
Meets people, lamenting and cementing his business of future offers,
Handling the garlands to the couple, at times and posing too for snaps,
Hoping to refresh his presence and ensuring routes for his new coffers.

Most of them do join the ruling party or break away  to form a portion,
Interest always eyeing for power within, at best, aiming a pivotal  post ,
One  moment of discontent  is just enough to flare up their intention,
Alphabets are ready to coin the existing ones, attaching to their toast.

Gone are the days of, country above self attitudes, here we too partake,
Agreed.the prime posts indeed never come easily, so too power and pelf,
As a profession it has  always to be admired, the whole nation is at stake,
Now Politricks  at a low ebb, the need is a father of the nation above self.

    
BEATS IN SOLO RHYTHMIC BALLET
                                      ...the lament of a heart in systole

Great men with my know how, in my presence world over,
Sit around soon to celebrate, dissect me too undercover,
Queries, theories honored on paper, to allay human fear,
Welcome you all, Wait, I’ve a message and advice ,dear.

I am one of those single workhorses of thy body in action,
Yet I differ, in working non stop ,even before you’re born,
Getting to work from day one, sans rest till my fibers last
From first month of gestation till you do breathe thy last.

Feed thy organs through aorta, my feeds the coronary way
Right cabins dutifully purify ,left carry the oxygen rich way,
Our beats differ, left ventricle  decides the final systolic rate,
Pump blood vigorously all day till breathing stops thy fate.

Never ever seen the world, lives in dark all through my life,
Never flutter or fret, even when you oft tend or end  in strife,
Beat faster, in thumping speed, oft regularly now and then,
Options always minimal for me, to relax and rest even then.

Your lifestyle of late pulls my purkinjees in a note of discord,
Last century better for me, leading them in rhythmic mode,
Now all in disarray, my existence too under close  scrutiny,
My feeders oft get clogged, lack of  exercise play the villainy.

Overworked, underfed, I do collapse under attack epithet,
I never attack anyone, still I do carry that bad sobriquet ,
Stents, diverting bye pass or a slaughter on my very heart,
Setting my feeders right for thy second innings onslaught.

I do lament ! I am yet to see a day out in thy sun for sure,
To see and teach you the essence of a healthy cardiac care
I yell in pain, my hands tied, listen healthy advice for sure,
Walk more, eat what’s needy, I’ll promise to work for ever