Poems and Stories

  This piece of art is based on the Wikipedia accounts on the drunken brawl between Alexander the Great and his friend and General, Cleitus. Its a poetic representation on the perils of anger. Some words used in this are completely poetic and may not have a dictionary meaning, but are used to emphasize the feel. In the great wars, that I had fought I had penned down many tales, Of undaunted spirits, of strategies I used And of those gallantious males. Out of the borders of Macedonia Along the borders of Egypt, But none before had made an impact Which today in my almanack I script. In the grand battle of Granicus As I was cutting down the foes, I hadn't noticed but one uncouth Had prepared his axe for bows. My mighty sword got stuck in the armour Of one of the people I killed, To drag it out was a painful task So deep under skin it had drilled. So much engrossed was I in that I forgot to look around, Some axe man of Barbarian creed Had my back, unsecured found. That would have been...

  Programming is a beautiful art, powerful and smart But without the correct syntax, its as good as dirt. Capable to solve a hundred problems, fail with one bug A dark patch on the wealth of effort, breached by petty thug. And as per the big brains of religion and quantum Who find resemblance in all parts, The maker of the symmetry has made it asymmetric Polluted by thousands of bugs. The biggest of all is Politics for sure The problem of a hundred solutions, The device enough to break all tandem The reason behind all delusions. And this spreads fast, faster and fastest Perhaps travels even before light, The device enough to break all tandem The reason to make the peaceful, fight. Next in line, comes Religion of course Sharing its boundaries with sentiments, Made with the cause to reduce sufferings Yet damages as fire on the tents. Well, this is not the fault of the Gods Whom the humans have made their Prefect, Its just a tendency to use the prize to sting Popularly called the Cobr...

  One afternoon, as I passed through Queen's Way I could see two old pals, gossiping at bay, Standing along the Race-course grounds Chatting as if they had a friendship profound. The tram said, "Do you know our routes are all curbed Just 2 routes to go and purpose served, One starts from Shyambazar and ends in Esplanade The other plies to Gariahat, rest all dead." The taxi replied, "Oh that's so sad You are a veteran, not so bad, Although I heard that its no different for me Perhaps some day, even I would lose the need. A tap on a smartphone, fetches a flock of cars Just put the location and travel moon to mars, No need to wait for long or stop a running van Bid for a price that suits and travel as much you can." Listening to this tram said, "The same might be for me They said I was so sluggish that I was a wasted breed, Drawn by horses then and dragged by current now Perhaps it high time to break Victorian vows. Or perhaps I have grown to old, as all m...

  My solemn homage to the greatest industrialist and the true architect of India. My condolence for the timeless philanthropist and the torch-bearer of humanity. May we be blessed to follow his footsteps upon the sands of time and evolve not as homo-sapiens but as humans in the truest sense.  THE IMMORTAL GEM On a Thursday of October, 2024 Amidst the tears of hundreds of crores, Along the Arabian sea's garrulous shores Departs the Legend, for his final abode. Leaving upon the sands of time A trail of sacrifices, serene and sublime. Enlightening million lives with the eternal fire Beaconing with courage, backed with desire. Reminding the folk to always look up And stride ahead with integrity, In order to form the base of a strong nation Leaded with quality, upheld with dignity. He taught us to break the rules The rules that hinder growth, To build a strong practice of learning In the highs and in the lows. He showed us to deal with life, the best To makes lemonades when it give...

  Perhaps, you can't hear What these evenings convey, Along the dimly lit streets With the gloomy sunset. I can see the memories Of you and of me, Laughing down the dark lanes Yet bright with glee. Your grumbles, our gossips Your tears, our laughs, Mingling in the sweet smell Of the steaming coffee cups. The long strides along  The banks of the river, Made me fall for you Deeper and deeper. Your beautiful shining smile That made my day, Your peaceful calm voice Said all I could say. The stones we threw on water That leaped far like fish, And sank after few hops Like a coin of asking wish. The drizzle that at times Had drenched us together, Coloured by the evening snacks And decorated by the weather. The lavender ear-rings And the street lights so calm, All had perhaps, witnessed The broken lines of palms. - Lucifer

           In a heart-aching accident of the 12841 Shalimar-Chennai Coromandel express on the 2nd June, 2023 at 6:50 PM near Bahananga Bazar station in Odissa, not only were several lives lost, several people wounded but a trust and an ocean of memories were hurt. I express my heartfelt condolence to the deceased and prayers for the fast recovery of the wounded. For ages I have run Across the nation wide, Connecting the Bay waves With the peninsular tides. Amalgaming cultures Fostering hopes, Tying East and South With the railway ropes. Superfast, by birth Supercool, by looks, I had been the inspiration Of my fellow rooks. Be it Howrah or Shalimar Or the frontiers of Chennai, I was the rail ruler In the passenger's mind. I was the trust For the patients to Vellore, A medical bridge  For the needy crores. I was the memory Of the numerous students, A witness of college stories From IIT to SRM. I was the job source Of people of Bengal, Their cheapest mean...