Spread the news

As my whatsapp contact list gets longer and longer
And my memory becomes weaker and weaker
Did I miss any one in the list to send my cut and paste, I wonder
Scan all post forwarded to find the one to share
If I don’t I am sure that there would be a danger
Of world falling into knowledge gap and committing blunder
I check the responses attentively to decipher
Hidden meaning of the emogies of an inbox cluttered
It’s the response of fake news that I most fear
I just wanted to spread the news, I hope it is clear
If you don’t like to be educated, delete it my dear
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We bribe and seek purity

We corrupted the gods

To satiate our greeds

Build temples galore

When millions sleep in streets

We promise to bestow wealth

If our wants are fulfilled

And then cry to high heaven

That the world is ruined

By people taking bribes

To do what needs to be done

And exempt the gods

From looking after us

We, mere mortals, created gods

In our own carricatured images

Shamelessly we bribe and

Seek purity

The rocks will cry out

If we do not rant
If we do not shout
When it matters
When we need to stand up
The rocks will cry out
The rocks will cry out
If we wait, and wait, till
Hell freezes over
And hell fire ravages
Our bleeding hearts
Our bleeding hearts
Ache and pain
From our inaction
While the world burns
In wilderness we mourn
In wilderness we mourn
Mouthing over and over
Never again, never again
While somewhere around the corner
Another plot is being hatched
Another plot is being hatched
To snuff out innocent lives
While we play games with words
Conscience sacrificed at alter of greed, we wait
For the rocks to cry out

A world gone mad

Heart is heavy

Fingers stiff

Words left me

Numb with pain

As pundits debate

It people who kills

Not soul less guns

For scores it is

Irrelevant now

They will not hear

Nor see

As their blood

Is cleaned

Their blood wiil

Not stain the hands of those

Nor their souls

As they immerse on

Sending their heartfelt sympathy

To those whose hearts will not heal

Deep are the holes

Left by the absence of their

Loved ones

As instigators

Discuss animately about the skill of

Putting the eighteenth hole

Some one somewhere may be plotting

Mayhem, to riddle the chest

Of innocents

With bullet holes

And the saints will march in

Singing the virtues of

The second ammendmant

And defend the sacrosanct rights

Of those who pick up the guns

After all, it’s people who kill

Not the guns

Rest in peace dear departed

May be what comes next

Is better than

This world gone mad

PhD

I never did a PhD. I did start taking classes once towards that lofty goal. Classes were in the morning before work. After a semester or so, with full time work, young kid and family, it became really hard to keep going. So PhD for me remained a Pretty Hard Decision, to pursue or to give up I was not sure then and not now also.

Yesterday I was on the phone with my friend, a university tenured professor and PhD to the boot. During our conversation he briefly mentioned that one of his friend got PhD after retirement. Somewhere in a corner of my heart, I felt a little bit of envy, may be a little jealousy too. I must have seen a ray of hope also and wanted to know more.

My fried explained that after retirement his friend got (Blood) Pressure, Heart attack and Diabetes, in short PHD.

Now it is not a pretty hard decision for me to stay away from that phd.

The Evening Colors

Sky as the canvas

Cloud as brush

Setting sun providing

The colors

Nature painted

An evening of

Inspiration

That darkness of night

Could not hide


I was sitting outside in my backyard yesterday evening as the sun was setting and evening sky was changing colors by the moment. I sat mesmerized. As it was slowly getting dark, I realized I did not take any photos. Afraid that if I go to get my camera darkness would set in, I took photo with my cell phone. The resulting noise is apparent in the featured image. At least something is better than nothing.