The leap year

The leap day is a leap of faith

For those on the death row,

The leap day is a day too far

For those waiting for payday.

Anticlockwise Races

I always wondered why races - whether human, cars, or bikes - are always run anticlockwise. Till I found that stairways to heaven are also anti clockwise. It must be easier to reach God in this manner. Given that, we should wonder why clocks run clockwise and not anticlockwise, shouldn't we?

This call will be recorded for training and quality purposes

 

In the IVRS scheme of things, when one is about to get connected to customer support after a lot of Press 1, Press 2, Press 5, etc, there is always a warning: this call will be recorded for training and quality purposes.

What happens if the customer doesn't want to be recorded? Just too bad. They can't register their complaint. 

It's a clever way to record conversation, without getting into legal hassles. Why would a customer want to be part of a Company's training and quality initiatives? Mind you, the customer is not given a copy of the recording. In case the customer is following up on their complaint there is no way that they can hold the Company responsible for any promises/timelines spelt out during previous conversations. So, the recording is only for the Company's sake and use.

How does a customer know that their recordings will not be misused, or become a datapoint of the  delinquent Company? With AI marching ahead without any restraints, voice recordings can easily be manipulated and misused.

Customers need protection against this blatant invasion of privacy and the deceitful way in which Companies record conversations.

Sun is the pearl

 

In the evening,

The sun took a dip in the ocean,

Looking for the pearl,

And, the water went all aglow,

The sun knows now,

That it is the pearl,

And the ocean

Is the oyster.

Earth is scarred with many furrows

 

Earth is scarred with many furrows,

The child wants to stitch the burrows,

But there isn't enough twine to sew,

There aren't enough needles to go.

The wick and the lamp

 

Love is like the twirling wick

That burns itself to spread the light,

And the lamp is like the throbbing heart,

That feels the swell and ebb of  light.

Sometimes when the lamp overflows,

The wick sputters and drowns the light,

Sometimes when the wick burns too low,

It burns, chars, and becomes cinder.

That wish, many eons old

 

When the star beam started 

From light years yonder,

There was a pining,

That it would reach me.

The beam that kissed me today

Was many eons old,

The wish that touched me today,

Was many eons old.

The day after

 

Yesterday was global warming - 

Of hearts, of course.

Today it is business as usual,

Of trying to cool the earth.

What would have been

 

What would have been,

If the stars had stayed on,

If the moon had stayed on,

If the night had stayed on,

If you had stayed on.

While we live, let us live.

 

Take a dip, my friend,

Take it till the water lasts,

Take it while love lasts,

Dum vivimus vivamus:

While we live, let us live.

High frequencies of rumani

 

His love is with ample amplitude,

It's like an aggressive tsunami,

Her love is like tiny microwaves,

With high frequencies of 'rumani'.

rumani: romanticism

Heart brims over

 

My mind is without a thought,

Like the iron before it's wrought,

My lungs carry no breath,

The bellows are perhaps taking a break,

But my heart brims over,

And over, and over.

A warped time machine

 

When she thumbed through her

Long forgotten botany notebook,

Fog blanketed memories came back,

With the dried leaf that she found,

In the folds of her notebook.

He was a memory

Like that skeleton of the leaf,

Frail and distant,

In a warped time machine.

Let all days be Tuesday

 

Tuesday is fuse day,

Of hearts and minds,

Tuesday is dues day,

For God and country.

Let all days be Tuesday.

Emily's Valentine

 

As Valentine day approaches, here's Emily Dickenson's Valentine:

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,

Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!

 

Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain,

For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain.

All things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air,

God hath made nothing single but thee in His world so fair!

The bride, and then the bridegroom, the two, and then the one,

Adam, and Eve, his consort, the moon, and then the sun;

The life doth prove the precept, who obey shall happy be,

Who will not serve the sovereign, be hanged on fatal tree.

The high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small,

None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball;

The bee doth court the flower, the flower his suit receives,

And they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves;

The wind doth woo the branches, the branches they are won,

And the father fond demandeth the maiden for his son.

The storm doth walk the seashore humming a mournful tune,

The wave with eye so pensive, looketh to see the moon,

Their spirits meet together, they make their solemn vows,

No more he singeth mournful, her sadness she doth lose.

The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,

Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide;

Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,

And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.

Now to the application, to the reading of the roll,

To bringing thee to justice, and marshalling thy soul:

Thou art a human solo, a being cold, and lone,

Wilt have no kind companion, thou reap'st what thou hast sown.

Hast never silent hours, and minutes all too long,

And a deal of sad reflection, and wailing instead of song?

There's Sarah, and Eliza, and Emeline so fair,

And Harriet, and Susan, and she with curling hair!

Thine eyes are sadly blinded, but yet thou mayest see

Six true, and comely maidens sitting upon the tree;

Approach that tree with caution, then up it boldly climb,

And seize the one thou lovest, nor care for space, or time!

Then bear her to the greenwood, and build for her a bower,

And give her what she asketh, jewel, or bird, or flower --

And bring the fife, and trumpet, and beat upon the drum --

And bid the world Goodmorrow, and go to glory home!

Your're in love, with little hope

 

When your heart is all aflutter,

And your soul is all aglow,

When your eyes mist a little,

And your lips tremble slow,

When your life is all topsy turvy,

And you swoon with little cause,

When all seasons are that of spring,

You're in love, with little hope.

Longing in my sky

 

There is a longing in my sky,

Why isn't my world so high?

That I touch my every cry,

That I soothe my every sigh.