Calm Quiet Morning

Written on a gloomy morning, in Office for Savi

The morning remains as pleasant
and has quietly slipped to noon
the surly morning light
a reflection of her gloom
souls seek solace in hopeful light
a ray of brilliant sunshine pierces
the now painfully sober sky
white, brilliant, un-restrained,
cutting through illusury serenity
A chaotic world violently toils
to get unleashed into mad frenzy

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Unstable and business critical

While on the Portfolio Analysis project
for a major Automobile manufacturer USA

... and there it was, the IT wasteland, vast and massive
littered with rusting business systems, treacherous and incisive
applications with jagged edges, out of place and looking lost
threatening to wither and collapse in a now alien host
business critical but frail, trapped in its own complexity
they all look so jolly and fine, painted in psychedelic colors
yeah! nice production support, if only a paint job
the developers in the army line with hatchets, grin!

unrelenting and ruthless, man goes on ceaselessly
and because it is possible, automating and re engineering tirelessly,
complexity triples with every new release, is that the systems fate?
software must be the only place where entropy grows at this rate
now I see a much re engineered application. Smooth till you look inside
deep ravines, treacherous caves and skeletons of commented code
if ever there is something like that, this is it - the mark of evil!
when systems found unstable were business critical

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Its here, its now

Feeling high on a joyous morning, must be the coffee?

I know not whence it came from nor why
with it came wonder, compassion and joy
questions laid to rest, logic shredded to pieces
the sense of an infinite power within, tranquil and potent

filled to the brim it waits for something beyond me
it seeks neither to hurt nor to appease
I wonder if it realizes its own power
and how it can crush my humble will

relentlessly it fills me up a drop at a time
set to overflow when I cant hold it anymore
the will of the warrior is what I need
even just to move out of its inexorable path

I sense its already hunting for weak points
splashing high and slashing hard in my mind
the tiniest ripple the roar of the biggest wave
I seek that time, I sense its near

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A Desert A Mirage

Written on a restaurant Napkin for Bhar

the blazing sun, hot and scorching ..
furious winds, deleterious sands.
a distant rumble amidst the gathering sandstorm.
With parched throat and fuzzy eyes,
I wander through endless deserts barren and hostile.
There in the distance a rippling mirage ..
your face ... your eyes... beautiful, smiling and playful
is this real? a gift? or just a fallacy?
My feet are bare and my face exposed
I feel drunk and dizzy but I guess I’m still sane
your saving grace, if only in my mind, I'm thankful.
the burning sands just a bed of roses
the tearing sandstorm a gentle wind
The arid desert a blooming garden
I feel you like a sweet cool breeze
a wiff of your perfume in the desert air
I feel the chill in the drops of rain,
now a drizzle soon a downpour
rushing towards me from thundering skies
wash me away, take me with you
drench me, quench me, free me

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The Road of Life

The Road of Life
by BM, 9th Oct 98. (8 lines each and concluding couplet)

Oh! Youth, happy youth! what a blessing
In thy freshness of dawn and of dew!
When hope the young heart is caressing!
and our grief’s are but light and but few:
Yet in life, as it softly flies O er us,
some missings for sadness we find;
In youth - we've our troubles before us,
In age - we leave pleasure behind,

yes - Trouble's the post boy that drives us
uphill - till we get to the top;
While joy's an old servant behind us
we call on forever to stop
“oh, put on the drag, joy, my jewel,
as long as the sunset still glows;
before it is dark ‘twould be cruel
to haste to the hill foot’s repose”

but there stands an inn we must stop at,
an extinguisher swings for the sign
The house is but cold and but narrow –
but the prospect beyond it – divine!
and there – whence there’s never returning
When we travel – as travel we must –
may the gates be all free for our journey!
and the tears of our friends lay the dust!

For we are born in other’s pain,
And perish in our own!

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