Ethical Dilemmas

My mind he seeks to illuminate,
Its thoughts he seeks to eliminate,
In this place where days fly by,
Moments he seeks to extricate.

Talking of things he's never really seen,
Of corners of the mind where he's never been,
Taking perspectives he knows nothing of;
Someone please scrub off his false shiny sheen.

No lessons we're learning, no joy are we earning,
No volume expansion, or fire of love burning.
The proverbial bucket with H's and U's
Arousing truth and the self - so he keeps droning.

Quell his ego, dear friends of mine,
Speaking of truth while his ignorance shines.
The mind's illusions surrounding his self,
(His so-called intelligence on a dusty shelf)
Where mind and self seldom entwine.

Sources of joy are very distracting,
The intellect, from its purpose, detracting.
He claims refinement, like the highest of men,
His thoughts and intellect never attracting.

Energy drives thought, making him weak,
So his mind is blank save an excitable streak.
Self-praising freak, babbling on and on...
For five MORE minutes, my future looks bleak.

:(

Stand up

Up and down and sway away,
Is today a better day?
Sail around thro' swirling cloud,
Summer has begun to grey...

There is mischief in the breeze
Hanging on the precipice.
Something tells me I have changed,
Crawling out of some crevice.

Falling through the whorls of time,
Falling out on what was mine.
Carry on with all my woes
And life becomes another mime.

Colours fade and so do I,
Music fades and melodies cry.
Tomorrow is a better day,
Today for I must learn to fly.

Envelope of darkness

All good things come in threes; so do bad ones. My life often deviates from this well-defined path, often venturing into realms of infinite horror and darkness. When I joined this institution, I'd imagined that I would live a peaceful life, free of conflict and torture of the kind I have faced before. How naive I was to think that I was among mature and intelligent people! Once again, I am in a colony of fools, their heads filled with age-old prejudices, with the maliciousness that is exclusive to slackers and "second-raters". Belief in so-called friends has become nothing more than a big joke. Loneliness takes on a whole new meaning, with alienation no longer being a matter of choice, but survival instead. What is the value of honesty in this environment? I had hoped these people actually followed some ethics atleast when it came to their work; once again, I have been proven wrong. My ego scolds me for pitying myself, for being so ignorant and trusting, saying, "When will you accept things as they are? When will you understand that this is the way all people are, everywhere, and without exception?"

These questions echo inside my head, and the only argument I can think of is that there are exceptions - I know there are. There have to be some people in this world who realize that there is something wrong with the the way others behave. There has to be someone who stands against this practise of cannibalism : one human devouring another human being. I still believe it is worth my time to find these people, so that I can make sense of this world that seems to have gone crazy.* I have to know that I am not alone. I have to be strong and go on, and I have to find my hope and make my life the way I want it to be.

*I remembered at this point that I have always found the world I live in to be highly irrational and just plain old dumb sometimes. It makes me wonder whether the world has gone crazy, or have I always been so different from the crowd that I have always been alone.

MISs or MISter?

Systems down, systems drown.

Worship the geek, polish his crown.

Systems to buy, systems to sell,

But who threw them down my well?

Spreadsheets and mail, graphics and ware,

Managers cowed and hunched with care,

Word and access, Explorer and 'Fox,

With logic defining every paradox.


Giving commands to the master of us all,

Only to be mocked by a firewall.

Talk about the net, surfing or browsing-

Unless its porn, you'll find us drowsing.


Processing words and publishing screens,

Talking chips and murderous greens;

Who drowned the system? 'Twas some nut,

Trying to outsource his data glut.


Licensing software protects your rights,

Like the poor protected by *Men in Tights.

Systems minimizing human intervention,

The death of all thought and invention.


Welcome to the world of the virtual,

A time for sharing, not getting physical,

Windows popping as the confusion grew,

My well, down,
That system,
Farting,
Threw,
Who?!


*Men in Tights refers to Robin Hood and his merry band of robbers, who used to steal from the rich (especially Evil Prince John). This reference is taken from the title of the movie "Robin Hood - Men in Tights", an old movie that is a spoof of the original version.

Winter brings equal parts of loneliness and joy with it. When there is no one to talk to, no one to share the warmth with, then one believes one is better off feeling the chill take over. What meaning does the bleakness of the cold wind take, when there is no one you can look forward to meeting at the end of that road you're walking on? What cheer can the bright colours of the season bring when there is no one you'd want to show them off to? When the clouds come by so close you can touch them, who is there to stop you from wanting to fly away with them? The cold can kill a man, but being so lonely can make him wish he was dead.

When you look out into the night sky, do you hear the world calling out to you? Who is to stop you from getting lost in that crowd?

When the whole world is against you, rallying for your downfall, who is beside you, teaching you how to stand tall and proud on your own?

Winters come and go, yet life never changes. Only the people in it change, for what is life, "but a stage, and all men and women merely players."

The Jolly Miller of Dee

There was a jolly miller once
Lived on the River Dee.
He worked and sang from morn' to night
No lark more blithe than he.
And this is burden of his song
Forever used to be,
"I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me.

I love my mill,
It is to me like parent, child and wife.
I would not change my station now
With anyone in life."
And this the burden of his song
Forever used to be,
"I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me."

This is the bastardized version of this lovely song we were taught as kids, and for those of you interested in reading the actual thing, here's the link-
http://ingeb.org/songs/millerof.html