More non-verse-sence !

Black text, grey cloudy messages,
foretelling the future;
like little birds flying away into the skies,
and fast disappearing into the horizon.

letters and thoughts unexpressed,
from feelings and experiences
felt and vicarious, prejudices all alike
appearing, asking again and again,
"can you not see it?"

And there at the break of the dawn,
smelling the awakening air,
in that stillness, I reach out
towards what is yet to come.
can you also feel it?

A tingling in your head, a twitching muscle,
a destiny, a long path ahead,
turning, twisting, as it may like,
courage and strength with you, on your side.

(c) Deapesh

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A poetic answer

to this.

IF three plus two wasn't five,
we surely today wouldn't have been alive,
but the waters still flow down daily,
as pretty smiles in those teary eyes.

What you may ask about life,
is provided in the riddle of the kite,
which flies daily high into the sky,
and at night, falls softly like a heavy sigh.

Creation and appearance, are all just so,
that we may ask, wonder and crave to know,
the clouds in their passing have told it all,
if only on your feet, you had landed on that fall.

Many have come, many more have left,
what remains at last, is just a 'beleft',
coming and going is just like a tide,
which has pushed many a dream to that side.

And yet tomorrow, the sun will shine,
your body will be locked in arms of mine,
the pleasures that you and I together seek,
have long borne fruit and struck roots deep.

Just counting the days you may simply pass,
the dreams dreamt over shadows on the grass,
but when you will wake up with a flushed face,
you will remember nothing of this place.

So go on, continue on your travels, sow what you have got,
and ask nothing of the questions which have been answered not,
and as these lines end in their length,
you will find hope, you will find strength.

(C) Deapesh.

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Alas, my window!

It is pretty unfortunate that my window is closed almost constantly. When I mean closed, I mean that the shades are always closed. This is the price one pays of living on the ground floor.

Only if someone could grant me a window that opens to a forest in some countryside or a window on a higher floor overlooking the hustle and the bustle of the city. But here I am stuck with a shaded window. What good it is to me?

I hear voices. Voices of people passing by. Weekend parties well spent are announced by loud cheery voices, a cell phone conversation is partially heard and mostly what is heard is the loud monotonous sounds of the construction activity going on.

Sometimes in the day I draw the window shades up and life flows in. People walking around, birds chirping and the change in light, as the day progresses are experienced. But that is only sometimes. All that I get is sounds, paartial sounds.

Alas, for the want of a window, I pine in sorrow and dream of the freedom an open window would have offered me.

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Unimaginative Brand Names - II

Before reading this, you should perhaps read the first part of my blog post.

As I was driving around today, I passed a rental car agency car which had an advertisement on its side. The ad as such did not catch my attention as much as their 1-800 number did. They had the easiest 1-800 number for a rental car agency - 1-800-rent-a-car.

Of course this irritated me, just as my previous complaints have. This rental car agency, just because it was first to register a 1-800 number, has got itself the easiest one. Undoubtedly this makes recalling the number very easy for the customers, but gives them an unfair advantage. Not only is this unfair to the existing competitors, it is also unfair to future competitors.

On another note, I got to know that Intel changed their naming process of their chips from 80856 name series to 'Pentium' name series, since they were not able to cipyright the numbering system.

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