Machines in cooperate

Cooperate, don’t it reflect machines,

Machines. Dead and living.

Small, moderate, large,

Heavy, bulky, skinny, tiny….

We lots of machines….

Dead are dead. So what?

We have living machines to talk.

Don’t you see master computer,

Indulge with mini once,

Mouse-keyboard, speaker-moniters

To support.

They mingle.

They giggle.

They cry.

They laugh….

And some are shut-up.

Master computer command to mini,

Mini distribute to process,

Support collects the results.

Work get finished….

Machines. With smiles,

Rare to find, still reserve their place.

Machines. With complains,

Don’t go they are remained obliged.

Smiling machines, worship to work.

Complaining are regretting at all.

What a fun we are doing?

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We the Humans, lost our ways

It’s a long journey to development,

We walked,

talked,

worked day to nights,

Night to day,

Served willingly or unwilling

To the bosses of their own.

We knew at start, where to reach,

But at the where we reached?

We were visionary of our future,

But in life of unknown,

We lost out vision.

When I saw from that far,

I wished life full of riddles,

Some time…

And it ended like walking on a road,

Full of unshaped unpredictable,

Depressions.

One comes, I struggled to overcome,

Suddenly found caught in another.

It seems pain of my own,

But in reality everyone has gone.

I never expected it to be troll,

But people may troll.

We the humen,

Progressed many folds,

But we know what we have lost.

Personally I will talk, but

It’s not just me who talks,

It’s a voice of mutes,

Who are busy in their greed.

We the humen,

Are the biggest scoundrel

Of our time, cheater of many crimes.

Still we fool ourselves,and why not?

We fooled the nature,

We fooled ourselves,

We fooled everyone who relates us,

We those who may borne,

We kept fooling,

We keep fooling…

Ha ! Ha! Ha!

 Being forgotten…


An old wounded monk,

Crushing his nails,

And chanting a betrayal.

Forgotten …. Be forgotten ahead.
It’s a deep dark night,

I fought myself to bring bright…

He roared like a demon,

Hurried to chant Suneman…
I feared of being crushed,

Rushed into bed to crunch…

My teeth into the teeth…

Alas! What I had done to me?

I questioned several times to me.

Exclimed inner proofing myself a second…

Shadow spread among the street,

Chants calm to the death…

I surrendered to my faith,

‘I have been crushed.’

Nights froze for me, door unopened for weeks.

I thought dozen of times, to under

To unbreak inside cheer.

I have been blocked in surplus,

Muted myself into nowhere.

Months to go I haven’t been out,

Life stuck being alive….
One windy night brought the same,

Loud chants…. Subbings… Nailing the same tree….

It was same wounded face I recalled,

Little week but same analog….
Dare punished me to walk near,

Hiding myself in courtier…

This time he set down,

And fell aside the tree…

I don’t remember the time,

But when I realised it was light..

Reddishness pushed dust into the sky,

And reach to me for unhid..

He may mentally changed.. 

I whispered into my ears..

And turned off to hear….
Stepping up to Home, 

I heard a tone… Of unexplained grief..
U forgotten.. be forgotten ahead…

Today it’s me.

Some day you will be….

Bored of being Gentleman

Since that moment, I felt I am an human, 

I acted like that…..

Day and night I pursued all duties,

All morals, all tradition.

Which I loved, which I obeyed,

Some of those were hanged on back.

But today I feel bored, of being not that suits…

To current scenario of behaving,

Of  working,

Of admiring,

And of punishing.

Here I lost those I taught in school,

Those I learner in college,

The idealism…. 

Now don’t work here,

It’s been paralyze…. Paralyze my goodwills.

I stuck between humanity and human…

Who was those people, who had written these impractical theories…

I found wrong..

Perhaps…. From the long time

I have been hidden inside the layers of these papers of idealism, which stand false.

I am bored of being gentleman,

Let me unlock my own,

The Human…..so called animal species.

Let me unlock this,

Let it come out and let it roar….

I admit the virtue of almighty,

But,

Their rules never proves their charm here….

I am a resident of India…

The land of God’s..

People say and relates,

Everything said and written here,

Are words of God…

But they amit not follow,

Sayings turned only sayings…

And they proven to be wrong.

And now myths have brain.. to modify and to sweat under the rain..

Idealism have no meaning here, showcase opens where…

I bored been a gentleman…

Want to unlock the animal’s chain…