Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Data

It is all a data world.
You play with data.
And fool all.
Industrial growth.
Whose broth?
Are they cooking.
Fact lies buried within.
Never to be seen.
Fudged data.
All the time.
They all do it.
Just to save something.
Whenever the data.
Is not in their favour.
Who bothers when.
The source is reliable.
And the only one.
And the figures not.
We have to agree.
Options are less.
Profits are great.
Can you wait.
Till the real data arrives?

Friday, May 19, 2006

The colour of Life

Long live the people.
For the people are dead.
But will always fight.
To stay alive.
The river is flowing.
Its colour the colour of revolution.
Disallowing the very right of evolution.
Our progress is no progress.
Their's is the one.
What about an individual?
Who is neither them nor us?
The lust to see the ego bloom.
Birth after birth.
Rivers of blood have been carved out.
From the most productive mothers.
Running right from the breasts.
It isn't white I assure you.
Nor is the light they assure you.
At the end of the great revolution.
The poor will still be rich.
For the rich it won't matter.
Whose side they were or are.
The revolutionaries will rot.
So will the ideas.
For evolution of the neo-revolutionary.
Neo- ideas will take shape.
It is not easy.
Never it was.
The river will flow again.
And I assure you.
It will still be Red.

Shushruta

They are there.
Been some days.
Trying to operate.
The splinters are sharp.
And well placed.
Rotting slowly everything.
Gangrene in the system.
Doctor, is it possible?
Yes, it is.
But the pain is unbearable.
So is the decision.
You want the decision or the pain?
Bastards.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Sanjivani

Laxman is dead.
Long live the brother.
Nine months of survival.
Fifty-six years of pain.
Twelve days of prayers.
Questions the Nation.
Why?
Laxman is dead.
And finished.
So is his journey.
Short but powerful.
Where is Hanumaan?
Ram is crying.
Sanjivani.
Too late.