Monday, November 22, 2021
On the origin of Entropy
Tuesday, November 9, 2021
Ashwatthama
Any great tale is but a reflection
Of the times, and of the tides
That engulf the curiosities of the mind,
And speaks, not of the today
Or of the 'morrow; but to itself,
Indulgent in affairs - which shape what is.
Such is the fate of undying stories,
Ones which are cursed to live on
And remind us of what we ought not to be;
Or that we ought not to choose -
While suffering the flicker of a candle,
So that there exists for us, an eventuality.
If not, there begins a story, at the demise
Of values, and at the slope of tragedy -
To encircle what lies within, and breathes beneath;
There is but always a story, lurking in the shadows
Of each man's heart, and in a woman's womb -
Waiting, for what consciousness would rather delete.
Saturday, November 6, 2021
Lisbon
Oh Lisbon, how farther should you still be?
Here I am, stuck, with myself in a desert,
Of crumbling etiquette and aristocracy,
Full of theft, gambling and silent murders -
I wait, with transit papers up my sleeve
For, you know, the fundamental things.
They all wait, alongside, unified
Strangers of the world, stripped of pride
The glass fills up with past, as
They drink to hope and distant times;
As propeller blades shine on a crimson sky
Eyes risk the Sun for a Lisbon night.
For those who decide to stay behind
There's but only a gin-joint, and time;
They would never know the African divide
Or for that matter, where dreams reside;
Us, the remnants of Casablanca sands
Hope that you succeed... as we all try.
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