On Nepotism -> A Perspective!

 

Let me first initially illustrate the concept of Insecurity with a poetry of mine; the story of a King which I heard when young, but alas, that never rhymed. And a story that doesn’t rhyme, then, in it depth ain’t defined. 

So here it goes:

 

An ailing King, once wakened the town,

In front of palace, swarm of people would show.

Some prayed for revered highness, others wept,

Whilst few stood folded hands, on gate elbows.

Grateful vs Greatest!

 

What or Who’s ‘The Greatest?’ Of course, I’m not writing about Cat Power’s beautiful musical composition. 😊 But, is there any Nation or Anyone that could be considered presently as The Greatest? Any State? City - Metro, Tier 2/3/4, Satellite Town, Village? Organization? Individual? You may’ve a residing place with good amenities, infrastructure, healthcare; you may also have pole apart - an unhabitable, torn land where will thrive(d); OR, a shallow, puffery, shabby, soulless, sceneries (hybrid of above both). But could any of these be considered as The Greatest? The one with amenities or the will or both?

Maps

 

Anonymous none in modern times; saving few,

As Eyes’ so discreet chasing night & day, aimed;

Amidst, ambiguous one’s surreptitious acts can also get,

Alike, how empty Blocks’ of monies in exchange Chained.

Unity - A Preposterous Notion?

Unity - a preposterous notion?

Whenever dusty intentions prevail;

Alike, concept of salvation differs,

For any theist, atheist or moderate.

Snakes & Ladders!

 

Snakes & Ladders, mere a game of chance,

Where random steps a dice compels to move;

Sometimes ladders push to heights for home,

Alas, sometimes, snakes pull down, to lose!

Conscious AI – The Eureka, in Waiting!

 

A fire not quenched in time is a fire that follows,

Even to Spock’s realm, who being an exemplar of reason;

Sometimes seclusion bestows content in solitude,

And sometimes not even beyond horizon or any season.

These are the Modern Times, Where:

 

Communists proselytizing into merchants,

Whilst merchants sheathed in marauders’ body;

Marauders becoming religious apologists',

Apologists' reverting to communists as gaudy.

A Story of Two Brothers

 

This story I heard once but ain’t in rhythm that rhymed,

In conventional ordinary town dwelled all allegedly in equal stride;   

Were these Two Brothers, one Gentle, another Wicked,

Had possessions of few tangibles they both inherited!

The Prism

 

You shackled within a Prism, to be bent,

Own pride & prejudices of wavelengths!

Colours of joys & sorrows, vulnerable,

Light passing splatters frailty & strengths.