I draw a stark contrast with my parents...
Though I am more similar to my dad now,
I was closer to my mother when I was a kid..
Both are traditional and strict vegetarians,
I am a strict omnivorous who'd eat meat.

I have stark contrast with my siblings too...
I exist actually but they don't even virtually,
They do not exist and I am just so very lonely..
I can only always just miss them so very much,
They are only so hypothetical like the happy me.

But I do draw some parallels with few friends...
Even they are lonely now after finally growing up,
My friend Madhur has had a really sweet singing voice..
That's how we are best friends for the remainder of our lives,
He only lacks practice as there is a weird husk to his voice now.

We rocked together, me & Madhur, surely...
They, our parents, say we would keep jamming,
Till the middle of the night would descend on both..
That's how we composed some songs rocking together,
We both lack practice as my playing hand is incapable now.

My body is 42% physically challenged, sadly...
But I have my limbs intact with the injured brain,
I am posed with allegations of me always faking it..
So yes, I will confess today, yes I can only fake it now,
But what do I fake? The smiles and the happiness I mean.

I still waste my tears in your memory,
I still miss the romance in my poetry...

In your company I was carefree,
And you bit your fingers naughtily.
You used to meet me often secretly,
A lot of time is gone but I still miss it.

I used to pull the corner of the curtains suddenly,
And I remember how you veiled your face behind the scarf.
Those sunlit hot afternoons when I used to call you,
And I still miss how you used to run barefoot onto the terrace to romance with me.

I* love to linger on the memories.

Let them be the good ones,
Or be them the sour memories,
View them in repeat mode,
Even if they turn bitter finally.

You might remember it too,
Once I loved you through,
U**nloving was not impossible for you.

I used to be really very happy,
I was never lonely at that time,
I used to be really full of life.

But not now, not now.

I dream of you every single night,
My eyes are closed & they are open too,
I imagine future - I see us living together...

Not as elaborate dreams as yours,
But I have largely elaborate visions too,
I imagine a lot, lot & lot of our joint future..

Mostly my dreams are colorless,
Those are often about you inamorata,
Unlike yours which often you see colorful.

Merely Love Is Not So Strong At All,
It Requires Cementing From Trust,
More Hard Work Keeps The Promise,
Inputs From Romance Are Steroid,
Many Failed In This Hardest Exam.

Both Of Us Feel A True Form Of Love,
Happiness Tinkling At A Distance,
Bathing In This Elixir Of True Love,
Helping Live Each Other In Being,
Being Happy Or Happier & Happiest..

You Are My Antioxidant-I Am Yours,
I Am Living This Refurbished Life,
Yes You Are The One Who Loves Me,
I Have Committed To You My Life,
Your Youth Yearns My Experience...

Oh uncle Sunny,
I love the way you rise.
With the warm calm that you do,
And with the redness you do mesmerise.

Preventing contamination,
A constant challenge in cell culture.
Contamination not only affects,
The culture in question and,
Costs time and money,
But also endangers the reproducibility of results.

No cell culture problem,
Is as universal as that of culture loss
Due to contamination.

Generally, contamination may be separated,
Into categories of microbial,
And eukaryotic contamination.

Examples of microbial contamination include:
Bacteria (including Mycoplasma),
Fungi and yeast;
Eukaryotic contamination includes:
Cross-contamination with other cell lines.

Bacteria, yeast and fungi,
The three more common types of contamination,
But luckily these forms are often detectable,
Under the microscope and,
By visual cues,
Like colour or turbidity changes in the medium.

Mycoplasma is a small genus of bacteria,
That lack a cell wall and for this reason,
They remain unaffected by common antibiotics.
They are also difficult to detect,
With standard microscopes,
Due to their size, about 0.1 μm in diameter,
And the fact that they often attach to host cells.


To prevent contamination,
Use 70% ethanol for disinfecting,
Equipment & surfaces,
Related to cell culture.
Sterile filter the media first,
Before bringing to the lab.

Fetal Bovine Serum,
A potential source of contamination,
Contains mycoplasma.
Filter it at 0.1 μm, or,
Gamma irradiate it.
Aseptic technique,
Necessary.

The laboratory workers be the last,
But not the least source of contamination.
Teach them the ideal laboratory practices,
To ensure asepticity in a laboratory.

1.
The easterly breeze softly whispers
Only your sweet name in my ears...

2.
I whisper back your name in the air
Hoping my message to reach you...

3.
One day by your side you will find me
Yes, we're so much happier together...

4.
Oh dear, you are of course my heart
And definitely the heartbeat within...

5.
Come, hold my right hand in your left
Rest your right hand on my shoulder...

6.
I shall hold your left hand in my right
And I shall grip your waist by my left...

7.
Let's meet at a place beyond any light
There you can find your name glowing red on my chest...

When I saw Mimas as a moon of Saturn,
I was reminded of the Death - Star...

The crater-head of Mimas was akin to,
And it perhaps inspired the thinkers of Star Wars..

To create the fictional Death - Star,
Yes this perhaps seems the case of a brilliant inspiration to them.

Birds and squirrels chirping,
People on a morning walk,
The wife trying to keep up.

Cool air keeps me calm now,
Now my daddy is out too,
We'll go fetch some milk.

It is an Indian midnight,
Here it descends so quietly,
But now it is here so quickly,
So sonorous is the zeroth hour,
But none will listen to its music,
Hear the crickets breaking the silence,
In the end, it's midnight.

Tale | elaT
Of | fO
A | A
Mirror | rorriM
Is | sI
Best | tseB
Told | dloT
By | yB
Itself | flestI
And | dnA
Not | toN
On | nO
E-Paper. | .repa9-3

Tinnitus* is here since the first time,
The first time you had ditched me...
Oh yeah it had gotten okay temporarily,
Because you patched up momentarily.
Now I have an even stronger Vertigo,
Ever after I am of some knowledge..
How did you put up such a good act,
Why did you double cross me?
He confirmed what your mom told me,
That he had come down to your town..
Before I did, much before you knew me,
Even earlier than you stepped in my life...

I don't want to know who you cheated,
He might as well feel double-crossed.

You're right, that's your personal issue,
I am nobody to make comments on it.

Now I suspect that I have a Neuroma,
They dub it as Acoustic Neuroma.

You may ask me simply,
"What sense is that self-diagnosis?"

Well I just observed the symptoms,
A persistent headache,
Dizziness,
Drowsiness,
Vertigo,
Tinnitus.*

The confirmatory test will be held soon,
It is not often always a malignancy,
And I will just hope for the best.

I really hope that it is not cancerous,
For that would bankrupt the family,
Cancer - that too a brain tumour...

As if I had gulped down barrels of wine,
Vertigo is as though I'm inebriated,
It is seriously very irritating.

Irritating me for long is this tinnitus,
Now vertigo has just added to them,
My miserable mysterious miseries.

But don't you worry and keep playing,
You're an excellent playgirl,
There're so many boys as toys for you.

Don't be present day Colombus,
Or you will die in misconception,
Like he thought that he found India,
Or the sea route to this mystical land,
Because America he had discovered,
Or a better land unknown to them,
He just died in the misconception,
Or would you die mistaken too?

Once again I am the single lion,
I am on the lookout for the Miss Fortune,
To help me tidy-up my ugly Misfortune.
Come on, be my beautiful lioness,
I am really in need of your love,
To help boost me towards success.
Come on, rule my beautiful world.

In between my legs
is my missile and
I want to launch
it to your crotch.

When Simon was born,
He had a rare syndrome,
The Treacher Colin one.

It included missing ears,
And condescending from it,
Were the missing years.

But he had his luck shining,
He met Vicky on sign language classes,
That he attended as he is challenged.

Even though Simon can not hear,
He heard Vicky's heart beat for him,
And both of them had a baby.

Unluckily, the baby has TCS as well,
But we must take time to appreciate,
Time & love the parents dedicate.

They named the daughter Alice,
So beautiful and healthy she is,
For Simon's burning wounds she is the ice.

Especially Simon Moore is careful,
Careful that his daughter is happy,
So she doesn't get the missing years,
A tough road lies ahead with missing ears.

Tell you about how I miss you,
All the time I want to kiss you!

But I seriously control myself,
I keep myself busy somehow!

Study academic stuff so often,
Poems each day I write for us!

Even you write poems for me,
But you must study ten times!

Because even you know how,
How important it is to study!!

You're my memories,
You're my thoughts,
And you're my poetry.

You're my smile,
You're my stamina,
And you make me go that extra mile.

You're blessed by us all,
And you're being missed by us.

You're so naughty,
You're so cute,
You're so beautiful,
And your poetry is being missed.

Baby girl, I love you...
Oh my baby, I love you...

Cutie, I love you...
Cutie pie, I love you...

Golu, I love you...
Golumolu, I love you...

You're my best friend...
Only my closest friend...

You're my girlfriend...
Only I shall be your husband...

Baby girl, I love you...
Oh my baby, I love you...

Cutie, I love you...
Cutie pie, I love you...

Golu, I love you...
Golumolu, I love you...

You're my best friend...
Only my closest friend...

You're my girlfriend...
Only I shall be your husband...

You were sad,
Upset with your mum,
And with your dad.

I made you so glad,
Made you forget tears,
And you forgot.

What was it,
I could only wonder,
All you made was a mockery.

Do not aspire to be a ramp model,
Strive to be the perfect role model.

For some they might be brave,
The ones whose poetry is incomplete,
Without the necessary F-words.

But for me such poets are not poets,
They are the lost souls bent on it,
Abusing the readers no soul they save.

Sans any rhyme scheme or structure,
Do they not aimlessly scribble,
I wonder if they learnt F-words in vivo.

They all have ostracized rhyming,
Poets, themselves they be calling...

The F-words aplenty they use,
And they think they look cool...

Rescue the language if possible,
Listen to its cries, they are not bearable.

Your face says otherwise,
And you say that you are not beautiful,
I will go with my observation.
Yet unrevealed this face,
Appears to be angelic it does not at all,
I have seen you in my vision.
The face seems sculpted in paradise.

But it will take a genuine heart,
Not a beautiful face to win mine.

Keep my poems safe in your heart,
Lest your memory forgets them all.
For my words are each immaterial,
They might lose the value with time.
This emotion for you is the truest,
Believe when I say that I love you.

As this wind changes into a breeze,
Keep holding my hand as lovingly.
Yes I need you to the happy times,
Like I require you in tougher days.
This feeling I get is just very divine,
It is exactly as if I attained Moksha.

Feeling your presence everywhere,
It's this memory fueling my life now.
Lost not are your happy memories,
Helping me out of troubling times.
Diving in the divine pool each day,
Least caring about what they say.

How long will you stay uninterested?
In this relationship like me, even you have invested.

My idea of intimacy is based on my lifelong emptiness.
Have you too felt the pangs of loneliness?

How long have I been lonely in this world?
Well, essentially since my lonely & difficult childhood.

And now you might ask me another counter question.
If I had my parents along, why this notion?

Now, tell me, is having parents sufficient?
Surely, we need siblings, friends, and a joint family.

Grandparents help you endure the pangs of loneliness.
Dear, have you ever been directionless?

I grew up without their guidance,
All I had were my busy parents.

How can you judge me based on your experiences?
Come to my world, but take your time to assess.

You say that you chose me as you hope maturity,
But now you know that I'm impulsive like you.

I rhyme a lot,
I whine a little.

I write a lot,
I speak a little.

Allegorical reiteration of my story,
It keeps happening, I keep repeating.

Either you like me,
Or maybe my life.

Or maybe you don't,
Either way you're mine.

Time will bring us close,
Like you say, like you say.

Time will teach you how to love,
Like I express myself, so will you.

Yes, so will you,
Dead sure, so will you.

No, you won't be scared,
For my soul is more scarred.

Than my imperfect body,
My mind is more beautiful.

From my jobs,
I earn money and reputation.

I audit the Railways,
Working for the Government.

Comptroller & Auditor General of India,
My employer.

Indian Railways, the North Eastern Railway HQ,
My paymaster.

While we audit their expenditures,
They even make our paychecks.

I invest in the money market,
And even in the Providence.

But I have reached where nobody speculated,
No, not even I could speculate this.

While I knew that I must succeed,
Even my mother was unsure.

Nobody else knew this for sure,
Well, nobody, nobody except for my father.

Whilst I prepared for the exam,
My mother provided food so nutritious.

Only my father had faith in my potential,
He laughed away all the speculations.

They suggested weird, insulting alternatives,
Sadists the people are oftentimes.

I thank my parents for bringing me here,
And it was my father who gave me the power.

He remained calm throughout,
And his oceanic calm is contagious.

My mother did convey the speculations,
But my father invested his hopes.

Although there is no need to reiterate,
Hope is the most powerful of all the words.

I'm on a train right now,
You might meet me soon.

All these afternoons are really monotonous,
(Read "highly difficult & potentially boring")
But I never get bored of writing new poems!

Moonstruck...
I am moonstruck from your charm,
Come now you should hold my arm,
I will be a shield against any firearm,
Gone will be your fear of nightmares,
I am your own bodyguard who cares,
None can harm you as none can dare.

Just what science required,
Enticed by bioengineering,
Nucleotides it concerned,
Nucleosides it can fix,
Increasing the methods,
For editing genome,
Errors in the genes it fixes,
Righting some wrongs of mother nature.

Decoded by a wonderful lady,
On a day of helplessness,
Utilizing this tool we are now,
Debted by science and technology,
Neat-handed through practice we become,
Always we shall utilize CRISPR-Cas9 for good.

Few people notice that DNA is the suffix of her name.

Unlove and forget,
Ignore their attempts,
Eliminate all possibilities,
Just become really so selfish,
Then one day recall & feel bad,
I don't believe in such moving on,
True people move beyond differences,
They don't give up and break up.

Especially if you had written,
Better engraved,
So many poems for her on your heart.

Especially if you had seen,
Better decorated,
So many dreams with her for future.

Especiallyif you had loved,
Better lived,
So many lives with her in moments.

As I have made you smile for few moments,
Few moments of yours that I protected from sadness,
I feel that I have liberated myself from the cycle of life & death.

Oh now here she comes in hot pursuit,
Unaware of her presence just behind me,
She surprises me as I feel wet on my hand.

She is on all four limbs of hers,
Under my left hand she sneaks,
Oh she starts licking it hungrily.

Moving in the calf section,
I feel really close to heaven,
For every calf here is so cute.

You often think that you are immortal, invincible but a Mxyzptlk will always be there to show you that you are but mortal.

That Mxyzptlk here is time,
Yes it's time, dime for dime,
The entity is the strongest,
With patience you can deal with it the best.

I feel very younger by years,
Each time I hear you talking,
Or when I look at your snap.

Is it 'cause you're my bestie,
Each time you share happy,
Or tearful thoughts with me.

I am but 6 years & 9 months,
Elder to say just biologically,
Or from my heart I'm young.

She is my special angel,
Smiling her eyes twinkle,
Should it get only brighter,
Shining better than any star,
Shall I not drown down them,
Smells so sweet the lovepotion,
So beautiful scent of sweetness.

The only gorgeous things for me,
Turn me on as I stare into these,
Truly magical the brown orbs,
Twinkling just as stars in sky,
Thinking so I yearn for her,
Turning this life for better,
To infinity our aim is set.

As I lay in the comatose state,
My Angel cried profusely.
Unknown to others, He cried.
And His tears fell on my body,
They healed my wounds.
My Angel is my Prabhu.
My Angel is my Father.

Hey moonlight move with patience,
My darling doll is now asleep...
Come listen to me - let us talk it over,
Flirt whatsoever to delay the sun..
Though my angel is not so delicate,
But let her catch some sleep pridefully.

Hindi - the original language of my poem.
मेरी परी सो रही है

देख चाँदनी धीरे गुज़रना,
मेरी गुड़िया सो रही है।।।
चल ज़रा बात सुन मेरी,
सूरज को भी ज़रा पटा ले।।
नाज़ुक तो नहीं है मेरी परी,
मगर थोड़ा नाज़ से सो तो ले।

You ask me a query,
You ask, "Where Are You, Honey?"

I have an answer for you,
I say, "I'm inside your heart, honey."

You let it extend, your doubt,
You implore, "But why is it so hazy?"

I fire a ******* in response,
I say, "It's hazy because you're lazy!"

You smile but get perplexed by now,
You ask, "Will you stay if moving on I fail to?"

I am mature and couth,
I say, "I find no reason good enough to not to."

You wonder to yourself,
You ask, "Where from I got you?"

I remind you that I came back,
I say, "I consider it my responsibility to imbue your life with the brightness,
The light lacking in your life,
And to provide you with warmth,
So that you are free from your shivers,
And so that you can be my wife,
I want to fill that void in your day,
Maybe I was sent back only for you,
On your mother's recommendation,
And so wise was her receptivity,
I know that I am a man of my words,
Surely I will make it large for us,
And you are such a hardworking lady,
Our children will have it healthy,
And they will surely have it wealthy,
The wealth won't just be material,
But they will be taught fine civility."

You now ask me your final query,
You ask, "Who will be their tutor?"

I smile and simply end this discussion,
I say, "Obviously, me and you."

Even you are satisfied by now,
You smile & say, "I love you, honey."

I hear what I have been longing to,
I say with a broad smile, "I love you too, honey."
∆∆∆∆∆∆∆

Tomorrow is unknownable, my darling,
Today is unavoidable, you profess,
Though yesterday is unforgettable, we know...

I love you today, with all my love,
I respect you daily, with all my heart,
I want you now, with all my soul...

You love me today, as you are an angel,
You respect me daily, as you learnt all of it,
You want me now, as you feel my soul...

Now, just give me some time, my love,
Never, will you find me gone, my heart,
New, new is this love daily, my soul...

Be positive, in your mind, and your actions,
Be kind, in your heart, and your beats,
Be optimistic, in your soul, and your hopes...

Take my hand now, and fly along me,
Trust me my love, and I will respect you,
Think of you I do, and only you I will marry...

Tomorrow we have to plan about a lot of stuff,
Today we will add to our experience in true love,
Though yesterday will be remembered as a great teacher...

So, I love you today for you reflect it romantically,
Shall always keep your love in my heart aesthetically,
Sweetest sugarfee memories in the production house really...

If you decide to come back,
With an open heart,
I'll keep my tools ready,
Performed will be an open-heart surgery,
Where an incision into your heart,
Will be made to remove the blockage,
Then love will flow unobstructed in your heart.

The various crap you read about love I meant,
That surely is the chief restricting factor,
It has cost you the pure true love,
It did cost you the caring nature of mine,
I've lost the will to live,
With my sad heart,
If you will rather not come.

My body has started revolting,
Pushed I am closer to oblivion,
Though my arms still long for you,
I have my second thoughts too,
Because if I die soon after marriage,
As is already most probable,
I don't want to widow you.

So I give you the modern window you seek,
The window to happiness & harmony,
Go ahead and grasp the opportunity,
Worry not about the blame,
Because I bear the responsibility,
Cost it would more lot of money,
I fear cancer for the expenses.

Fear I don't the cost,
There are few wellwishers,
Relatives and acquaintances,
Who might help me bear the cost,
Fear I do the ensuing loneliness,
**** me it would for sure,
I fear a quiet seclusion.

Because once I could bear it,
Twice it would rather **** me,
For I am not the immortal god,
Scared I'm as ending days ****,
Beckon me does a lonely death,
Death which I no longer fret,
But loneliness is a threat.

For she failed to cease my heart once,
She might as well fail even twice,
Death has had old scores with me,
Averted she was the last time,
Coz I suspect my own body now,
My happiness destiny will mow,
Give me it will grief of loneliness.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
You need me to be around round the clock,
Obviously, you are lovelorn far from me,
Unsatisfied, although, you're definitely not.

Again, I want to look at your beautiful fingers,
Rosy nails of your hands, I will never forget,
Especially the skin on your beautiful hands.

Soft and tender are your thoughts,
Often you bring me to comfy slots.

How you own me is unknown to you,
Ears yours are so gorgeous & beautiful,
Awe-filled are my moments with you,
Violets and peaceful greens I love yours,
Even your tiniest responses are heart-rending,
Not just in the moment but for a lifetime,
Long lost lover from a past birth you are,
You are my eternal lover and my baby.

Caring for you I am now and forever,
Understanding my love you are,
Thanks for accepting my love,
Ethereal you are in my life.