God on Earth

Our world is made of water, ice, stone and dirt
home of thousands of species is the earth.
We sleep on the land, grow crops, hunt for meat and eat fruits from the trees,
we make houses out of sand and get fish from the seas.

Our world is powered by the sun and the moon,
we work from dawn to dusk and go about from noon to noon.
We are unaware of the history of our race,
we are still discovering the origin of life with time and from space
 Every person at some point of time in life wonders about how it all began,
how is it going to end and if there is a divine plan,
from the rumble of the distant thunder to buzzing of the bee
to the most furthest star the eye can see.

The mind wonders how things are and how they came to be..
we puzzle over the unknown and then mind slowly drifts away,
to a problem it can actually solve from happenings of the day.
Would the knowledge of everything change anything
did god really walk the earth as the sages sing
when did the universe get created and why
what happens to the soul when people die
what is the reason for our existence
why do certain things still make no sense
science and history are taking slow but steady laps
into the ocean of knowledge and are trying to fill the gaps
of our understanding of the real how, when and why
but one thing no one can deny
is that our mind is like a raging storm
it might find a clue from either outside or within the horizon 
and it might suddenly remember a story
of a forgotten God,of a concept or of a tale of miracle and glory

and suddenly the real moment of truth might come
which might make our mind and nerves go numb
and we might begin to collectively understand
the secrets hidden by the oceans and the land
but until then to science God will be an unlikely anomaly
and the ignorant human can go about his and her life footloose and fancy free..

A Dream

To smile at all and see all smiling back
To know that you will have a good life
To know that beauty and happiness and bliss lies around the corner
To feel like the richest person in the world
To lead a life of goodness and honor
To be told that you are beautiful and lucky and good
To behold the world as a home of your own
To see beauty in even the dullest stone
To feel blessed that you are who you are everyday
To hear poetry and song in everything people say
To share happiness and love
To live for this and to have dreamt of now..

At the worlds end

A poor man am I
The end of my time is nigh
I recollect my early days as a wee lad
scrounging for food by the pier, alone and sad
the sailors came to dock with their ships
full of tales and rum and sprit, going on about their trips
and soon I began of dream of treasure and adventure
I decided what I wanted to be then - a wee sailor
so as a stowaway I crept into the Santa Maria
a big ship, the most beautiful in the area
I hid behind the barrels of food and then smiled
I waved goodbye to the cheering crowd and looked at the ocean blue and wide
I was alone but not unloved
I had my friends the wave of the ocean the sun and the cloud
the lull of the ocean caused me to fall asleep
that was when I was discovered and thrown in front of the captain in a heap
under his stern eye, I begged and cried
I promised to work hard, and wanted to be a sailor going beyond the high tide

The Captain did not make much of a fuss
the noble and brave captain Christopher Columbus
said he would not punish me nor would he pay
he would put me to work and then find a way
so I scrubbed the galley and the floor and manned the ropes
I helped the cook, tidied the brig and polished the oaks
The crew was pleased and they shared their rum by the night
when the moon shined on the waters and the stars were bright
I was a sailor my heart ablaze with glory, our flag was fluttering in the breeze
we were sailing to a foreign land across the high seas
in hope that we will reach quickly to India and see
its richness its spices, its gold and its splendid beauty

But the storm came one night with a sudden speed
the ship rocked treacherously with the high waves and the fierce breeze
I strained at the mast of the ship to steady the failing rope
and praying for survival and hoping against hope
the captain as strong as the storm urged us on
we struggled against the angry gods until the break of dawn
the clouds drifted apart and sunlight broke free
the moments of death had passed by me
we broke into a hoarse victory song
and the ship sailed on and on
One fine day on the mast was I, keeping watch
with dreams of riches and drinking from a bottle of scotch
when I suddenly saw a bird fly over the ship
a colorful and unknown bird making a quick trip
it soon flew away, I glanced in the direction and my heart skipped a beat
I savored the sight for a moment and then my date with history I did meet
'land ahoy!!' I shouted and shouted and screamt
Ahead of us was the vision we had dreamt

The moment is revisited over the years and across centuries
by every lad and lady studying american history
some moments are etched in time and memories forever
some adventures and journeys are far more precious than treasures
Mankind had made a discovery that day
in the form of a poor sailor from far far away

Dancing the Sun Dance

A paradigm unchanging, unblemished and fair
with a bearing so pale and rare,
cynosure of all eyes,
rapture that nobody denies.
A society trapped in the idea of beauty,
the mindset instilled for generations with a sense of degenerate duty.
A land seduced by the glimmer of gold
and pale skin bringing whiffs of worldly satisfaction untold,
A land where the sun sends its fiery blessing everyday,
A land where from the sun society people shy away.
Erase your program come out and dance,
forget you culture and with life take a chance.
The sun is as real as the ground we stand
forget you trepidation and dance to a merry band.
We are who we are not the melanin or the gold,
You govern your life not the traditions untold.
the sun dance is forgotten and buried away,
the sun dance must be remembered by you and me today.
courage is what you embody when you dream to be,
and dull and sad is what the society thinks you deserve to be.
be a free mind and don't think about everything you hear and say,
then you might just feel the sun dance and your sprint jingle and sway.

A tribute to Dennis Ritchie the 1.0 programmer

An era has gone silently by,
quietly and without any hue and cry
An era where a universe was born
as real as the green fields and real as the breaking dawn

The universe started slowly it then became a B
and then the architect of the universe made it so clear that we could C
we saw and we still C how robust and multi dimensioned that universe can be

The mad hatter would also be surprised to C
how seamlessly that universe blends into reality
C was the pioneer in programming languages, created by Dennis Ritchie
it is an abstract enitity, a nonliving thing which feeds you and me
and several hundred thousands in this century

the father of modern programming has gone on to see
another universe leaving behind his rich and compiling and running legacy
how would life be I wonder, for everybody
without the memory allocators, the classloaders, the servers and the boundless possibility
that we muggles harness from the brainwaves of the developer Dennis Ritchie..
In a world of expanding functionality, the king of the world was He

Holiday in Paradise

silence but for a beautiful song
on a calm river stretching ahead far and long
slight drizzle in the air
smell of roses and jasmines everywhere
mild sunlight filtering through a grey-white cloud
The boat silently moving forward splashing merrily away
a moderate breeze making its way through this beautiful day

When you can hear your heart beat loud and clear
and the quiet companionship of your near and dear
when you feel the tension seep away from your being
when you close you eyes and cannot dream a better dream

When you feel you have made a mark
when your mind rejoicing after leaving a tunnel behind, gloomy and dark
when you are one with the world around you
when you are contented with the tree of life you planted and grew
when you have the knowledge that the future will be
as beautiful as the scenery you see

Forests creeping alongside the river
being with people you know and love
thinking how happy you are makes you shiver
you know that the river must come to an end
all journeys tend to have that disturbing trend

But why lament about good things coming to an end
when there are better things hidden to be found at every river bend
the holiday must as always stop one day
but why worry when your mind can file the memories away

The human brain

This thought process is a reaction to the book 'Phantoms in the Brain' by VS Ramachandran. We smile when we are happy, think when we are in a mood to contemplate and agonize when we are negative or depressed. All these chains of unending and constantly fluctuating thoughts are a result of our mind or actually speaking our brain. Our brain mulls Shakespear, admires beautiful places and people, calculates based on self determined formulae and parameters. It integrates our vision our sense of hearing our touch and our emotions. It defines every moment we live in and decides our actions and reactions and everything else we can think of.Why puzzle about the meaning of life and wonder if aliens and cropcircles are real when we have the greatest mystery and creation of all time sitting in our heads!

It is said that the Upanishads, ancient texts which contain boundless wisdom was mostly transferred from Master to puplil through speech but before that there was an ancient and forgotten era when the transfer happened through exchange of thoughts.Like when the bluetooth device on you phone connects to the bluetooth on the person close to you, so you can transfer pictures to his/her phone. Imagine - like John Lennon said, if that were to happen with your thoughts.Imagine if the human brain remembered the forgotton habit before if evolved by which it could also process thoughts along with sounds smells and sight. Technology will be rendered useless.If you had control, you can just think of a person and transmit your ideas accross. You can save lives, multiply exponentially your productivity and change the very face of the planet.
Whew! my brain wanted me to stop writing the various insane scenarios which would come up and analyze them. Guess it has a mechanism to prevent Bheja Fry (Bheja - brain).
 Whatever we ever do, however we define ourselves is upto the brain. That is probably the reason why self help books might help. We say - I am a person. That is how the brain defines ourself. The definition itself is a thought from the brain.The definition is a result of thoughts. Therefore I am a result of my thoughts. Thoughts involve thinking. I therefore think. (Duh..I know what you our thinking. Q.E.D. Descartes all over again. As though that famous line ever changed anything..yawnnn.) I am going to say it anyway.  I think, therefore I am..whatever I thought I am, er.. I think. But Admit it. That one line he said gives way to a whole philosophy and school of thinking. One more thing you have imposed on your brain by reading this.But just think of this: You think, you live. You stop thinking, you are not alive.
 Ok Time has passed. The human brain is a strain on the human brain. Stopping now..Fullstop '.'