tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34277759618586504662024-03-08T00:39:12.172-08:00STEM Poetry BlogI write poetry for fun when I find time for myself to think and contemplate of the ways of the universe. My writes are often at the intersection of the sciences, arts, philosophy, math, logic and on life’s big questions / problems. I wonder if there is a possibility to engage students informally through poetry and thereby help them understand as well as consider careers in STEM disciplines. Comments / suggestions to make such a STEMPoetry book a reality are welcome.
-SriniSrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-1456697203739841592023-09-23T16:02:00.007-07:002023-09-25T04:16:24.735-07:00Trying Times<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">In past, on discussions,
we'd gleefully dive,<o:p></o:p></p>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Now they irritate, no longer seem alive.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Wonder what changed, why such emotional rage,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Feeling shunned, scorched by an angry hot blaze.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Why this new shame, what have I
missed?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Hurt, painful abyss, lost and
dismissed, </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">My role now, invisible, to just be there</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">To listen, care and help, then disappear </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Interactions lead to trysts
with pain,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">I wonder why this constant
refrain.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Never have wronged you, never will
I,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Yet unhappiness festers, as days go by</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">In times past, we always sparked
fires,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Healthy discourse, on our deepest
desires,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Now, my presence vexes your core,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Constant doubt strands me far
from shore.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Unsure what transpired, what did
change,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">To make interactions feel so
strange,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">A shadow cast upon our once-clear
skies</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Leaving me hurt, with bewildering sighs.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Why this shame, what's my cardinal sin,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">This distance, immense pain within.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">I now often stand stranded, and all
alone,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">In absolute wilderness, turning to
stone.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Unspoken role, to always lend my
ears,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">To help and listen, calming your
fears,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Now, together seems a venture into
pain,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Leaving me to ponder, was it all in vain?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">I'm uncertain if this is what I’d
desire,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Long days of turmoil, emotions on
fire,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Unhappiness festers, waves
unrelenting,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Unexplored emotional caves, lamenting.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Yet, I'll hold on, through trying days,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Hoping we'll find better ways,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Will wounds heal, bridging the divide</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Will our holy ties such storms survive?</div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></p>Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-14863712984118597772023-09-13T02:16:00.002-07:002023-09-13T04:40:17.278-07:00Like a Candle..<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like a candle,
I arrived in your darkest hour,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Burning bright
to guide with gentle power,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Yet now treated
like the moon's distant light,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Forgotten, as
if filial love ain't worth a fight!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like a candle,
I watched you chase starry lights,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">In shadows, I
hid, your guardian moon at night,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Undercurrents of
mistrust, now cuts like a knife,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">In stormy
times, you may miss this steady life.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like a candle, unnoticed, I silently bloomed,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Lighting your gloom,
where darkness consumed,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Burning myself
to give you a soft, firm might,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">But like the
moon, forgotten, even on a quiet night.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like a candle, ashamed,
in the bright city's lights,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">My gentle,
harmless flame, lost in glaring sights,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">As trust
diminishes, sinking to depths so low,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I'll burn out,
leaving you lost and in woe<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like a candle,
I sense shame as you turn away,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Wonder why my
feelings, you seem to betray,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Fading as time
flows, my warmth still shines through,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">This forgotten
moon always chose to stand by you.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">When the
candle's gone, and darkness fills your dawn,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Hope you'll
find your way, as new horizons beckon. <o:p></o:p></p>Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-79308850844465743902023-08-26T19:43:00.004-07:002023-09-13T02:21:06.754-07:00Forbidden Love<p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><span><!--more--></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Destined by the stars above</div><div>Lives entwined in pristine love</div><div>Laughter, tears, sweet embrace</div><div>Paths intersect, inevitable grace.</div><div><br /></div><div>Clocks forget to roll, spirits soar</div><div>Time dissolves, wonders explore</div><div>Sublime gaze, words unspoken</div><div>Magical tryst, delicately woven.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lengthy shadows, love revealed</div><div>Feelings, and truths unconcealed</div><div>Heartbeats in expectations pace</div><div>Yearning for your sweet embrace.</div><div><br /></div><div>Soft tears in soliloquy retreat</div><div>Memories sprout, bitter sweet</div><div>Stories untold mask a silent cry</div><div>In agape love, buried secrets lie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Raging fire, imaginary fear</div><div>Inaudible twangs, testimony bear</div><div>Invisible chain binds, can't deny</div><div>Forbidden love? a silent sigh!</div></div>Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-23205306189682005562016-03-27T05:22:00.000-07:002016-03-27T07:47:39.547-07:00Soothing Poetry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What would one do<br>
How could one overcome<br>
How would we not <br>
To unrelenting <br>
Storms succumb<br>
Where can one find <br>
Comfort!<br>
To ease the pains<br>
How’d one stop <br>
Unrelenting tears<br>
That forever rain! <br>
<br>
<br>
Dear poetry.. Thank you<br>
Without your psychic succor<br>
Your soothing <br>
Feather-like shoulders <br>
De-cluttering life's boulders <br>
To welcome slumbers<br>
People will be lost <br>
In the forests <br>
Of their knotted lives<br>
Ceasing to remain sane<br>
Through unending strife <br>
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Note: This is written impromptu for my son, who has not been much into Poetry until now. Today, he said "I wonder how it is to lose urself in Poetry". Hence this write, to someday let him know that losing myself in Poetry, has what has helped me over the years of relentless strife, both professionally and personally. The pain, real or imagined, for the person going through it, its of course real, needing a release. Poetry has been that release valve for me, to overcome my pressures. I hope he develops this ability to pour himself out through poetry, so he can face life without fear of being wrong, making mistakes, or avoiding to risk failures, that make a person, become and remain, human!
<br> Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-16363282582644566972013-12-02T08:35:00.000-08:002013-12-02T08:35:25.379-08:00Of Clouded Realities<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Relationships, like priceless diamonds<br>
Sparkle when flawless, or so we assume<br>
Yet such tough structures form<br>
By minor flaws that remain unseen<br>
<br><br>
An atoms’ relentless quest for completeness<br>
Forming bonds that cut through steel trusses<br>
Useless dust turned into sparkling wonders<br>
Constant pressure untamable strength infuses<br>
<br><br>
Within family and friends too, minor flaws<br>
Forge structures of enduring strength<br>
Adding grit with resiliency unmatched<br>
Indestructible by forces inside and out<br>
<br><br>
Yet so often one lets these flaws cascade<br>
Ego-driven forces eroding inner strengths<br>
Objectivity clouded by unscrupulous speech<br>
Clarity of purpose smudged, purity vanishes<br>
<br><br>
Hence relationships, indeed like diamonds<br>
Sparkle when flaws don’t its splendor subsume<br>
As ego does simple common sense triumph<br>
Large ugly inclusions destroy beauty pristine!<br>
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Ps. Relationships are like diamonds, flaws help forge strong bonds as it requires people to adjust their interactions. However, when they become large and un-managed, these very same flaws cascade and destroy the very foundations that make relationships ‘beautiful’ and ‘priceless’. Once such inclusions rear their ugliness, the cost is often very high, as such egoistic splurges, render the relationship broken and useless.<br>
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Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-91181644867627622502013-11-26T15:59:00.000-08:002013-11-27T05:34:55.669-08:00Morning Fantasy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Seductively hot, yet defenseless he sits lonely on the chair<br>
As she smothers him with her naughty lustful stare<br>
Eager to let her taste buds his lusciously hidden delights savor<br>
Ah.. with her cup of tea she forgets the world entire!<br>
<br>
<br><br>
ps. Just to reiterate, there are simple blissful pleasures which are still plenty in this world. However fast and furious we can say the world changes, these are simple addictions one never grows out of. Read coffee, chocolate, etc. for tea, and she for he, or its different combinations, and we pretty much have most of the people in the world accounted for.
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Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-17439758231111943792013-08-06T10:37:00.001-07:002013-08-06T10:37:50.335-07:00Ephemeral Mirages of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br>
Synecdoches abound<br>
Yet the gullible heart stubbornly refuses<br>
Lulled by rainbow thoughts of purity<br>
Hanging on… to memories bygone!<br>
<br><br>
Travesty in plain sight.. yet willingly succumb<br>
Locked within social structures of deceit<br>
Lured into traps that always repeat<br>
Emotional fools.. Yes indeed!<br>
<br><br>
ps. I figured this needs an explanation - after some inbox'ed notes / comments. Well it is to highlight a reflection of how people - albeit learned, tend to stay in a cocoon of sorts, wishing things away, dreaming of brighter futures, etc. even when the realities are stark naked in front of them.. ex. abuse - physical, verbal and emotional, in relationships, while hanging on to some utopian sense of 'it will all get better' feeling - even after repeated evidences to the contrary.
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Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-3401009637620609692013-08-06T10:35:00.000-07:002013-08-06T10:36:45.624-07:00The Abyss<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br>
Mesmerized I stared<br>
Eyes forgetting to blink<br>
At the spiral wishing well<br>
coin funnels’ enduring spins<br>
Conniving centrifugal forces<br>
Only path forward is down<br>
Alluring mystic dance… enchanting<br>
Pulling every coin, without fail<br>
Black-hole like, into depths unknown<br>
<br><br>
Baffled I watch<br>
Mind filling unseen gaps<br>
Winding through familiar scripts<br>
Stunning pinpoint accuracy<br>
Ravaging emotional forces<br>
Weaving constrictive spirals<br>
Raw emotive tango... enthralling<br>
As humans falter, without fail<br>
Into the abyss, without self-control<br>
<br>
ps. A write to reflect on how we as individuals grow up to fall into predictable patters of interpersonal relationships in life.. Oftentimes the same script plays out over and over and I am amazed to see how people hardly learn from such experiences.. Intelligent beings' are we? I guess the jury is still out there for a vast majority of humans, including myself!
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Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-67095079412019420332013-07-27T18:50:00.000-07:002013-07-27T18:50:21.286-07:00Ode to Mars<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Stone cold russet brown glare
<br>
Melting memories and fears into future dreams
<br>
Smitten, seducing human-kind
<br><br><br>
entered for Shrey - <a href="http://lasp.colorado.edu/maven/goingtomars/">MAVEN Project</a>
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Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-3670676649873044322013-07-27T18:48:00.000-07:002013-07-27T18:48:28.631-07:00Oh! My Limerent Heart :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Oh my limerent heart, what can’t I do with you?
<br>
Oh my limerent heart, what can I do without you?
<br><br>
The boon of my energies, the bane of my worries
<br>
The verve of my drives, the cradle of my silent cries
<br><br>
The source of infinite inspirations, and that of myriad perspiration
<br>
The reason behind my mystic smile, and my life’s detoured miles
<br><br>
The object of my desires, the subject of phoenix-like satires
<br>
The window to my pining heart, the door to some experiences tart
<br><br>
The spark for my wishful memories, escape from daily drudgeries
<br>
The twinkle in my ever-lost eyes, my hearts’ delectable spice
<br><br>
Oh my limerent heart, what can’t I do with you?
<br>
Oh my limerent heart, what can I do without you?
<br><br>
Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-13330835787824479312013-07-27T18:46:00.003-07:002013-07-27T18:52:25.964-07:00Unstoppable Human Vanity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What’s with the world?
<br>
For long have we repeatedly believed
<br>
That change is the only constant
<br>
Yet when history lessons are studied
<br>
One sees humanity’s foresight stagnant
<br><br>
Wars, poverty and ravages of human vice
<br>
As predictable as life always leading to death
<br>
Yet in cotton candy-like castles of self-induced grandiosity
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We live, glossing over mountains of strife
<br>
Collectively encased in ephemeral shields of profound vanity
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Before death beckons.. ask yourself.. Have you lived any differently!
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--Srini</div>
Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-24723375721008506902013-07-27T18:45:00.001-07:002013-07-27T18:45:11.383-07:00Abstinence Succumbs to Desire<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The smooth curvaceous body <br>
Dotted with glistening beads <br>
Shining like diamonds <br>
In running fresh-water streams <br>
Trickles slide and trick my wavering mind <br>
Tempting views push <br>
my heart and choke my throat <br>
The desire to touch and the desire to hold <br>
Flood my entire being <br>
To succumb and touch <br>
Or to abstain, apocalyptic-like wars ravage within <br>
Eyes lead the charge, while the mind <br>
Throws speed bumps of caution <br>
Waves of desires conspire relentlessly <br>
Deceiving my hand from reason <br>
Tightly gripping the racy curves <br>
And pushing my lips to the depths of desire <br>
Giving in to temptation I sank my parched lips <br>
Satisfied though an abstinence cause lost <br>
My delightful tryst.. how have I missed you <br>
Devilishly lusting for the refreshingly <br>
Sugary liquid in the new bottle of pop! <br>
<br>
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Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-5882214088678941182013-02-01T07:14:00.001-08:002013-02-01T07:14:04.758-08:00Sin City Chronicles<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Staring down from my airplane window<br>
Soaking up hues of a desert nights’ retreat<br>
Beauty at its best, yet feeling lifeless<br>
As my heart down on the strip lingers!<br>
<br>
Milky clouds stealthily mask my fading views<br>
Unstoppable waves of emotions gush through<br>
Welcome reminders of the cycles of terrestrial life<br>
Joys and sorrows don’t always at one place reside!<br>
<br>
Secrets built and buried forever unto eternity<br>
Secrets that aren't captured by biographies<br>
Secrets that have helped many grow wise and holy<br>
Secrets that have often escaped tombstone eulogies!<br>
<br>
Whimsical hearts churn delightful wild rides<br>
Shifting sands of time doesn’t ever subside<br>
As the receding horizon embalms brief respites<br>
Inner vices always let the phoenix rise!<br>
<br>
Wonder what secrets lie warped in one’s simple denials<br>
Human weaknesses constantly hidden by sand dune burials<br>
Boxed deep in hidden memories, failings oft left untold<br>
Countless many tales as the deserts’ sandy folds!<br>
<br>
Ah! my sweet sin city Vegas, You impress me once again!<br>
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STEM Concept: What if you had everything you wanted? Would you <br>
still work on something you are interested enough to work without a <br>
compensation just because you like what you are doing? <br>
That, is what your parent / teacher meant when they said 'follow your <br> heart'! A great many in LV
possibly followed their hearts, but there are <br>
a lot more there who followed their materialistic dreams. <br>
Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-36853528415903107602012-08-25T22:43:00.002-07:002012-08-25T22:43:15.899-07:00Immigrant travails - Part 2Years rolled along, career stabilized <br>
Enchanted motherland called out <br>
Memories gushed of pristine beaches<br>
Innocent childhood dreams returned<br>
Of days and years bygone<br>
Remembered my grandfathers’ words<br>
Cows that remain unsold he had said<br>
In the grandest of hometowns’ fairs<br>
Have to be sneakily led, far and wide!<br>
<br>
<br>
True Grandpa, I had told him then<br>
There is an economy of sorts<br>
So I go where demand exists<br>
For skills I have gained and refined<br>
Now uprooted from my adopted land <br>
Sweet success, my NRI friends celebrated<br>
Proud and envious, they said in joyous tones<br>
A blue moon opportunity to savor and rejoice!<br>
Our very own, motherland!<br>
<br>
<br>
But now, why do I still feel lost?<br>
Same words now seem to sting and prick<br>
Same old trust seems harder to come by<br>
Real meanings vaporize like clouds of steam<br>
May be.. I hear their soft whispers<br>
No car, works dawn to dusk, travels afar<br>
And yet can’t pick him out in a crowd<br>
May be, like us… they say in hushed voices<br>
He doesn’t ‘need’ a job anymore! <br>
<br>
<br>
Still feels like neither here, nor there<br>
Something must be wrong with him<br>
Not one of us anymore?, they loudly wonder<br>
Trying in vain I struggle to understand<br>
This stereotyping gone berserk<br>
Simple hopeful words for positive change<br>
Twisted as gargantuan ridicules <br>
Still orphaned, I wonder if I’d ever<br>
Feel nostalgic about ‘sweet’ homeland again <br>
<br>
<br>
Locking effervescent memories in cold storage <br>
Look forward, ignoring prudish arrogance <br>
Listening back to childhood voices<br>
Seeing beauty in relationships from the<br>
depths of unadulterated memories<br>
Overlooking the now lost magic of innocence<br>
In grown up midlife masks of utopian facades’<br>
I wonder standing on this midlife bridge<br>
Will it be green with age as we reach the other side?<br>
<br>
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Original (part -1) one is <a href="http://stempoetry.blogspot.in/2008/09/immigrant-travails.html">here</a>
Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-46440429760026834362012-02-02T18:21:00.000-08:002012-02-02T18:25:44.536-08:00Seductive RealitiesCountless colors shade my heart<br />Colors that prying eyes can never see<br />Hiding in plain sight, worlds’ apart<br />Magical mirrors, confounding realities<br /> <br />Countless colors shade my heart<br />Colors with which brittle minds disagree<br />Forever elusive to reign by thought<br />Seductive nevertheless, a perpetual mystery<br /> <br />Countless colors shade my heart<br />Between chasms of vast extremities<br />Like the morn’ dew, my dreams did depart<br />Into thin air, for peace and serendipity<br /> <br />Countless colors shade my heart..<br />Countless colors shade my heart..<br /><br />..ah..<br /><br /><br />.. Motivated by a write I read somewhere else. It is indeed very hard to read a fellow humans' mind, especially if they are depressed. However much you think you know / understand the person, it becomes very difficult to sometimes understand their underlying rationale on choices they you are damn sure that they dont normally make.Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-11581961796720435752011-12-16T01:55:00.000-08:002011-12-16T04:54:35.311-08:00Defeat SpiralsFew years ago, over a cup of Javan mocha<br />A professorial colleague of mine quipped<br />How come from the land of murugas and durgas<br />People drift so easily to trades in technology<br /> …. As if their destinies played well rehearsed scripts <br /><br />Reflections took me deep thru times bygone<br />Since I have been able to vividly remember<br />Surrounded by ancestral tales with deep values sown<br />Create, destroy, protect cycles with pride begetting<br /> …. Ones with vices of greed and rash temper<br /><br />ITs’ needs for concepts such as abstraction, instantiation<br />Protection, security, adaptation and polymorphism<br />All have parallels embedded into the mystical Hindu religion<br />Yet for long, one good analogy I missed was that for recursion<br /> …. That seemed to have no real Hindu syllogism<br /> <br />So near yet so far, so had I reconciled as years strolled by<br />Yet, on and off could feel invisible wraths of ancestral drapes<br />Until I returned to this homeland to see queer social circles unfold <br />Recurring rule I observed that attempt to do thy ones <br /> … what thy deem as thy rights unfairly denied.. <br /> … rueful social interactions by denials reshaped<br /> … in a recursive descent spiral!<br /><br /> <br />Ah! may be it is this sweet evolutionary slated spot <br />In which we seem to run in endless intersecting circles<br />Actions that often creep out of irrational pride and emotions<br />Or may be this is how human destiny has being wisely scripted<br />Never able to climb higher than a few hundred years before.. <br /> … as humanity over the passage of unrelenting times<br /> … like lost in the ever moving sands of ignorance<br /> … recursively in mirages of pride and ignominy stumbles<br /><br /> <br />Note: This was a result of my trying to reconcile why we (those of Indian descent) are good at reasoning - as needed by the IT industry, but still seem to not really 'evolve' as we need to be the best we can be. For example, we seem to buy into 'emotional' dogmas that goes by way of some lame examples. for example: from a mother's perspective - my daughter is made to do this and that at her inlaw's place, so I think I need to expect the same of my DIL, even though in principle I dont really agree to what my daughter's in-laws are expecting of my daughter - but instead of questioning that I kind of agree and even practice it in my home! This is kind of a convoluted way of explaining the evils of recursion, but these 'socially right' strategies seem to drive us down into being lesser mortals in some ways.<br />Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-5834616125433988452009-11-04T05:49:00.000-08:002009-11-04T06:06:39.770-08:00Impregnated MoonStrolling down dark alleyways<br />Cool, breezy, full moon night<br />Hear death whispers of autumn leaves<br />Even in somber they carry me <br />Through ancient days <br />of pre-modern wonders<br /><br />Fly past many broken hearts<br />Akin to modern life <br />Yet the full moon shined as bright <br />See virgin desires uprooted<br />Rainbow fields are ever<br />Savagely impregnated<br /><br />Such is human life, dear friend<br />Whispers a passing angel<br />Even as the entire world <br />Rains arrows of taunts and sorrow<br />Smile and keep … A calm façade<br />fed by dreams of bright futures<br /><br />Step out and watch the full moon <br />Lose yourself in her youthful smile<br />Despite forever frozen dreams<br />She lives with the eternal smile<br />Sayin’ … ain’t nothin’.. <br />You can’t ever let go! <br /><br />So smile, my friend.. and live<br />Dreams of tomorrow rejuvenate life<br />More colorful than any fresh wound<br />Life’s lessons embedded..<br />in small everyday wonders<br />When your dreams dry, dear<br /><br />the angel again whispered, you die! <br /><br />--Srini<br /><br /><br />ps. For some reason when I saw the moon tonight it seemed impregnated (by futile dreams) over millions of years of abuse, yet it holds a fresh smile! Ah! I love the full moon! See a picture here - http://www.starrynightphotos.com/moon/images/full_moon.jpgSrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-52715168742867747642009-11-04T05:48:00.000-08:002009-11-04T05:49:22.202-08:00Lost, yet feeling freeNo bonds bind me, no looks blind me<br />I think.. I see.. You and me honey<br />Memories, so colorfully rich and vivid..<br />In dreams of yonder, I live<br />Within its fortress I become, <br />... uniquely me!Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-16657764761249705162009-08-17T19:21:00.000-07:002009-08-17T19:22:03.021-07:00Eurydice apparitionNaiad-like bound, by your charms<br />Trojan-like blind, to my visceral alarms<br />Devoured, by un-repeatable words<br />Maenads, in modern day shrouds<br />Silenced, by decrepit acts of hate<br />Ramshackled erudites, remain illiterate<br /><br /><br />ps. Written to highlight the 'closed' minds of supposedly well meaning and learned people who are apparitions in modern society.Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-50231793971072999122009-05-11T19:44:00.000-07:002009-05-11T19:45:41.921-07:00A Broken Heart's Quandary..<br /><br />Scared! Yes scared am I<br />To unlock and let you in<br />To commit or to entertain<br />Scared, yes scared am I<br /><br />Strange, yes strange do I feel<br />On such indecisions of mine<br />Hard to feelings explain<br />Strange, yes strange do I feel<br /><br />Stranded, yes stranded in time<br />Frozen, unable to proceed<br />Cruel fate refuses to accede<br />Stranded, yes stranded in time<br /><br />Lost, yes lost for answers am I<br />Should I to dreams succumb?<br />Or to undeniable charms relent?<br />Lost, yes lost for answers am I<br /><br />Scared! Yes scared am I<br />To listen to my bleeding heart<br />Yesterday’s scars still do hurt<br />Scared, yes scared am I!<br /><br />ps. Write to express the 'once bitten twice shy' troubles that people have which sometimes causes quite some troubles for an individual in current and future relationships.Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-22850282782161714742009-05-11T19:40:00.000-07:002009-05-11T19:43:08.362-07:00Love SignsThis is an experimental write to learn about the constellations and thread it with mythology of the zodiac. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Love Signs: Cancer - Aquarius</span><br /><br />Star gazing into the wide night skies<br />I silently wonder<br />This dichotomy of my heart’s plight<br />Racing like never before<br />Leaves me asunder!<br /><br />My tenacious pincers are but a safeguard<br />They won’t scar<br />Very seldom do I get to venture this far<br />Watched by Gemini’s twin guards<br />And the jungle king!<br /><br />Well-recognized constellation in my virtual skies<br />Lord of the e-celestial seas<br />Cup-bearer of the gods, resurrector of parched lives<br />Rebel who symbolized the 1960’s hippy culture<br />My brilliant sapphire!<br /><br />Hey! perpetrator of biblical floods, bring again to earth<br />Your divine powers to transform<br />Save me from this greed-stricken planet!<br />As you did for mythical Zeus<br />Honey, why don't you my love’s nectar deliver?<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Love Signs: Cancer - Capricorn</span><br />Star gazing into the wide night skies<br />I silently wonder<br />This dichotomy of my heart’s plight<br />Racing like never before<br />Leaves me asunder!<br /><br />My tenacious pincers are but a safeguard<br />They won’t scar<br />Very seldom do I get to venture this far<br />Watched by Gemini’s twin guards<br />And the jungle king!<br /><br />Second faintest constellation, mythical goatfish<br />Lord of my winter solstice<br />Decorating my southern skies a lost partner<br />Celestial portals they believe we are to humans<br />A transit between Heaven and Earth<br /><br />So very unassuming are you, no flashes bright<br />Yet your brilliance does shine<br />Reminisce your sending the titans into the nile<br />Even if we have now moved on in life<br />Our first and only kiss, I vividly remember<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Love Signs: Cancer - Scorpio<br /></span>Star gazing into the wide night skies<br />I silently wonder<br />This dichotomy of my heart’s plight<br />Racing like never before<br />Leaves me asunder!<br /><br />My tenacious pincers are but a safeguard<br />They won’t scar<br />Very seldom do I get to venture this far<br />Watched by Gemini’s twin guards<br />And the jungle king!<br /><br />Constellation of stars with contrasting colors<br />My reddish reflection star<br />Charming signpost to my galaxy’s center<br />You have always helped me<br />Inner feelings decipher<br /><br />With wisdom you’ve Orion’s conflict avoided<br />Gave up your claws for Libra’s charms<br />Experienced, yet seldom any drama or baggage<br />Our sync’ed rhymes reverberates across time<br />The fun and frolic, still remains unequalled!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Love Signs: Cancer-Tauras<br /></span>Star gazing into the wide night skies<br />I silently wonder<br />This dichotomy of my heart’s plight<br />Racing like never before<br />Leaves me asunder!<br /><br />My tenacious pincers are but a safeguard<br />They won’t scar<br />Very seldom do I get to venture this far<br />Watched by Gemini’s twin guards<br />And the jungle king!<br /><br />Largest constellation of my winter skies<br />My well-wisher star<br />Abductor of princess Europa, hunted by Orion<br />My doors remain open if you need to rest<br />Dont you this forget<br /><br />Nothing else compares to your bright<br />and piercing eyes<br />Sparkles fly when we disagree, you and I<br />Irregular giants your demeanors sway<br />So as friends let's be forever<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Love Signs: Cancer - Aries<br /></span>Star gazing into the wide night skies<br />I silently wonder<br />This dichotomy of my heart’s plight<br />Racing like never before<br />Leaves me asunder!<br /><br />My tenacious pincers are but a safeguard<br />They won’t scar<br />Very seldom do I get to venture this far<br />Watched by Gemini’s twin guards<br />And the jungle king!<br /><br />Locked in awe of your golden fleece<br />My inconspicuous star<br />Sacrificed, yet gallant savior of Phrixus and Helle<br />Selfless acts never just rewards receive<br />In front of you, I stand humbled<br /><br />The first stop on the highway of my night skies<br />I hear your neighborhood is less crowded<br />And as I towards you drifted, spring occurred<br />Away from the ever chaotic skies lets shelter<br />Letting our dreams unite and prosper!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Love signs: Cancer - Libra<br /></span>Star gazing into the wide night skies<br />I silently wonder<br />This dichotomy of my heart’s plight<br />Racing like never before<br />Leaves me asunder!<br /><br />My tenacious pincers are but a safeguard<br />They won’t scar<br />Very seldom do I get to venture this far<br />Watched by Gemini’s twin guards<br />And the jungle king!<br /><br />Mesmerized by the constellation of scales<br />My neuf star<br />I stand trapped, fearing societal ridicule<br />As Virgo’s virgin mind entraps<br />Scorpio’s vicious claws scar!<br /><br />Traveled so far blessed by celestial luck<br />Soft comfort beseech<br />In denial I live, refusing to let you hang<br />Your rainbow dreams of tomorrow<br />Upon my memory’s walls!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Love signs: Cancer - Sagittarius<br /></span>Star gazing into the wide night skies<br />I silently wonder<br />This dichotomy of my heart’s plight<br />Racing like never before<br />Leaves me asunder!<br /><br />My tenacious pincers are but a safeguard<br />They won’t scar<br />Very seldom do I get to venture this far<br />Watched by Gemini’s twin guards<br />And the jungle king!<br /><br />Stunned by the constellation of the centaur<br />My incognito star<br />Blessed with the most planets to support life<br />Your charm is lodged deep inside forever<br />Still refreshing when life feels heavier<br /><br />Though far away from your life I have drifted<br />Evergreen are your soft virtual touches<br />If only lady luck had blessed us a bit dear<br />We’d have ended up together<br />Life doesn’t always dreams deliver!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />More to be added... </span>Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-18794507255787781932009-04-28T13:16:00.000-07:002009-04-28T13:25:31.008-07:00Fly Free, with me!..<br /><br />Hey Girl! Wake up and understand!<br />Like your normal human friends<br />.. I am not bland<br /><br />Like birds flying high, or fish at deep sea<br />From places that scare others I gain<br />.. My greatest strengths<br /><br />Like the Boab tree, Born to live free am I<br />What grounds this human world<br />.. Doesn’t ground me!<br /><br />Like its rebellious roots, I've grown up free,<br />Unrestricted by earthen limits of life<br />.. Nothing confines me<br /><br />Yet I fly the blue skies, with my rooted mind<br />Society’s unjust and archaic mushy wraps<br />.. Don’t entrap me<br /><br />So, Hey Girl! Wake up and understand!<br />Stop judging me like your other friends, and<br />.. Join me, honey!<br /><br />.. Together, let’s fly-free! <br /><br />STEM issue: Check out and learn about the the Boab tree!Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-89421988097111550452009-04-23T19:21:00.000-07:002009-04-23T19:24:30.788-07:00Messages of the heartCan we ever define complex feelings in words? Can we? <br /><br />As relationships grow on the Internet now-a-days, this write actually is a response to my wonder if words can ever actually express inner feelings with any more certainty than a soft touch, hidden smile or a momentary look! And as always, I am not sure I succeeded here either, in getting it just right.. so with no answers so far, my quest continues.. :)<br /><br />..<br /><br />From tiny atoms to galaxies very large<br />Attraction has proved to be a fatal scourge<br />Yet, such vast knowledge I gleefully ignore<br />Falter and fall for your intoxicating allure<br /><br />I was always mesmerized by the full moon<br />Until I felt your beauty my senses swoon<br />With curves smooth and a smile divine<br />Your charm, a universe full of moons' outshines!<br /><br />Never one to waste much time for heart’s messages<br />Yet in rapt awe am I, during our silly exchanges<br />Feel my inner chords reverb in perfect rhyme<br />As you softly stroll over in my virtual e-shrine<br /><br />Words can never express such delicate wonders<br />They desert me as I stumble in speechless surrender<br />Wishing for the crescent smile, split-second looks<br />Or the soft touch that speaks, sans any poetry book!<br /><br />As I sit here watching, I sigh and silently yearn<br />Wishing for a startrek-like teleportation machine<br />Taking us to mountains of refreshing velvet green<br />Where silent soft cuddles wrap our senses serene<br /><br />Oh! why have me wrapped around your pinky?<br />Why can’t I break loose and as ever roam free?<br />Is my inner conundrums plain for all to see?<br />Painful pleasures inside, difficult to believe!<br /><br />--SriniSrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-44967235946949372882009-04-15T15:19:00.000-07:002009-04-15T15:24:15.914-07:00Seduction......<br /><br />Blown by the river-like flows<br />... of your exquisite styles<br />To glimpse that heart-stopping style<br />... what would I not forsake?<br /><br />Downed by the elixir toasts<br />... of your rainbow-hued silken smiles<br />To relish in that divine smile<br />... what would I not stake?<br /><br />Sown forever desired seeds<br />... of your wondrous beauty’s fragrance<br />To float in such heavenly scents<br />... where would I not invade?<br /><br />Envied, not for selfless deeds<br />... but in a race to be lost in your elegance<br />To immerse in such seductive grace,<br />... what treasures wouldn’t I trade?<br /><br />So dear,<br /><br />Float me high with whispery taunts<br />... let your warm breath be my solace<br />Choke me by those milky-white bosoms<br />... let softness ignite all my inner space<br /><br />Tie me up with your seductive gaze<br />... let embers fly from those eyes<br />Strangle me with your soft embrace<br />... let total ecstasy precede my demise<br /><br />Lost in your sheer beauty<br />... I see nothing else worth living for<br />Raging waves of passion<br />... Has transformed a lifeless pristine shore<br /><br />Beauty has this proud heart conquered<br />... And a thoughtful mind has lost the war<br />As eternal love’s cycle of rebirth beckons<br />... Time too has paused to your seduction adore<br /><br />Written to showcase how captive we are to fleeting pleasures so much so that we give up the rest of our lives in its perceived glory. This is to illustrate that the triumph of the heart always has to be balanced with the acumen of the mind. the 'pausing' of time is to indicate how the world at large stands to 'stare'.. not essentially adore! <br /><br />...Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427775961858650466.post-18860722308172658272009-03-15T23:05:00.000-07:002009-03-15T23:09:41.340-07:00The Mirage of Human Time....<br />Strolling down the train yard<br />Amazed by the parallel tracks<br />I see the floating mirage …<br />They join together at the horizon<br />Beyond which I can see no more<br /><br />Questions pry my reflective mind<br />As it attempts to fathom<br />the distance to the beginning of time<br />and silently wonders’ …<br />Is there a real end?<br /><br />I have always seen people talk<br />..about unending days and nights<br />and the sun, moon and the stars<br />Yes, they have stood they say<br />The test of ‘human time’ …<br /><br />Cycles that nicely fit in short time<br />And some within a lifetime<br />We notice… and sometimes learn from<br />Yet cycles of many lifetimes<br />Eludes and escapes… our collective sights<br /><br />Bigoted cycles man initiated<br />… fanned by the bubonic plague<br />Strasbourg - October 1349 - days of shame<br />Still haunts from beyond those centuries<br />Yet in 1939… bigotry and shame renewed!<br /><br />Lessons unlearnt, across many generations<br />I wonder… if mirages are the only constant<br />As visceral fears of the unknown<br />Poisons and silently takes man down<br />Where even the best amongst us, is shamed!<br /><br />Just as the tracks join at a distance<br />I sense time merging at both ends<br />Before my birth, and after my death!<br />Yet our mind’s eye can see much more<br />… if only we would stop, reflect, see …<br /><br />.. and learn<br />.. from time’s interwoven mirages! <br /><br />Result of my wondering if we as humans, ever 'see' things in a time frame that is beyond our own lifetimes. We talk about reaching for the skies, standing on the shoulders of ones before, but do we, really? I would say not. <br /><br />May be that is what greats like Franklin, Lincoln, Gandhi, MLK and Teresa were made of, the difference in how they reached to see far beyond their own life and time into the future! <br /><br />Yet collectively, we falter.. as humans, over and over again! Succumbing to the same poisons of fear, jealousy, hatred, vanity, etc. and perpetuating the same results..Srinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02154675251304634505noreply@blogger.com0