"flyovers" poems
I hate Science
I hate Technology
Neither Am I Orthodox
Nor I am Fool
I am not a *****
But still I choose to hate
Science and Technology
Both gave us many things
I remember, there was a time
I worshipped both of them
They produced machines for us
They produced robots for us
Machines started building
Homes, Bridges and Flyovers
Machines helped us in
Food and Cloth Production
Milk and Silk Production
And Blah Blah Blah Blah
They made our life easier
They made our life safer
They provided better security
They provided better tools
They made our life longer
They made our life smarter
They gave us rays of hope
They promised much more
They promised more Freedom
They Promised Leisure Time
They promised better Environment
They promised clean Air, Water, Soil
They Promised Harmony and Peace
They Promised Equality for All
Both Science and Technology
Progressed exponentially day by day
But something went wrong
Someone captured them
Hijacked them and misused
By applying their ***** minds
We still have Machines and Robots
We still have Logic and Skills
But where is Freedom and Peace?
Where is the clean Environment?
Where is clean Water, Air and Soil?
Where is the promised Leisure Time?
Now we also have Nuclear Bombs
We have weapons of mass ******
We have smart tools for our Extinction
We have weapons of mass Destructions
Robots are being transformed
From Robots to Human Beings
Humans are being transformed
From Human Beings to Machines
Yes Slavery is back in the Game
Machines have enslaved Humans
Robots have been granted
Citizenship and Civil Rights
Machines have been made ready
Ready to wage war against humans
The question is who is the culprit?
Is it Science and Technology?
No. Not at all. I know this very well
But I still hate Science and Technology
The real culprits are the hungry Capitalists
Who captured, hijacked and misused
Science and the Technology for their greed
Though they have all the things they need
Science and the Technology easily surrendered
and allowed themselves to be used for their greed
This is why I Hate Science and Technology
I also hate Capitalism and Capitalists too
But I have a big question for Myself. I still doubt -
"Can I really live without Science and Technology"
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
Love was the fragrance of every flower
in this city, of celebrated gardens,
not long before,
Why i sit here, nursing my uneasiness
in this bus with out a destination board,
I don't really know,
all I hope is this:
my belief that it would take me to
it's last stop- love- would not fail,
Once there ,I know,
my redemption would be easier.
I don't see any one bound
to that destination,
not even one whose face i recognize,
night has no language, like a dumb man
i have to be contented with signs,
in this overly lit long, red bus, too sleek
for everyone here to feel happy about,
i feel the shock of change, from every side,
The city is busy shedding its old skins
and its soul, the villager and his words
that spoke of rain, crops of corn and harsh summer,
almost in a poetic vein, is alien now,
they aren't invited here anymore,
sulking, loitering around a bit, they have left, before sun down.
We are racing towards deadlines,
roads everywhere are blocked, broken, changed beyond
recognition, one's own street, needs introduction
work is in progress even at midnight,
new flyovers, elevated roads, sky scrappers
you easily lose count, and crawl through a maze,
all for a make over, to a global city of electronics,
from a sleepy town, embracing villages
to somewhere, the world feels flat, in an illusory grandeur.
Trees died horrible deaths,
a loveless and forlone look takes over, even on young faces
the sparrows, disappear, no one knows where
they have gone, bees and butterflies,
what would be their fate, studies are on.
A lady in the front seat
gets jittery, she is not sure where she goes,
the driver doesn't pay attention,
there is none to reassure,
we are on the move, fast too.
I was looking for Mahatma Gandhi Road, but the signs
are all gone, hope, those would be back pretty soon,
but would love come back?
OOO
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 8:03 AM UTC
Flower beds in every nook
was Bangalore's delight
for long long years,
even before the time
Winston Churchill lived there
as a young British soldier.
Salubrious climate turned it then
in to a pensioner's paradise,
full of quiet tree lined streets.
The one time cool "Garden city"
one finds now with a new itch,
in its mad rush to get hitched
with the so called" flat world"
every which way possible,
it kills the symphony of colors,
both willingly and otherwise;
trees fall, monstrous flyovers rise,
technological behemoths,
which fast become dinosaurs
as economic down turn hits hard,
stand daunting us, adding green house gases
now, its all kitsch and concrete **** everywhere.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 8:41 AM UTC
I feel liget, the storm of your absence,
I missed your influence in the middle of turbulence,
The Almighty may give you the peace, Blossom.
You are a shadow can see, can feel existence but can't touch, that is called liget.
You told me to fly together then you leave me forever.
You were the eyes to see beautiful worlds,
You were the hears to hear voices, heavenly sounds in all my prayers.
Your fragrance all around me, it's expensive, it's luxury.
You were something for i could do anything, everything.
You were my fancy sky the glittering star tie ,
That tie broken down to the high where you ended, then i started saying myself lies.
You could take care of me, but you ran away! Running towards darkness,
You lost! Our bond is broken, you vanished, you are gone!
So, New one, new life comes with bad flyovers, AmbitionS,
A Supernovae happened, you will lie always in existence.
I feel deep inside, you are just getting older,
I saw soft you were loving believer, loving cleaver,
I feel you all over the night through light, cold through warmer, dry through dryer, Deep down Digger.
The snow fell, off to the pinching fire on a heart.
Were - Your smile! Fake love! Fake tear! Fake you were!
The luvdog was real but you were in the dark,
Deliberate dedications was there but now, desperately wishing you goodness from the heaven.
This is the best wish i can make for you "cleaver".
I feel liget but you leaved all the way alone.
You taught me to walk but you through me, into the hell of deep dark. .
With a notions started to walk always with me, but you failed to prove for me.
Now our way is closed i started believing in lies.
"Surprises make us stronger, surprises are unexpected, accepting the reality "
That was true love can't hate or ignored no brutality include.
You were my king, you were my queen, you were everything.
My respect and love always for you.
I feel liget, I feel strong voltage running through my veins.
One day I'll invade you, that would be a crime but that's legitimate, my right
Dedicated To: All Broken Heart
Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 2:04 AM UTC
The busy checkpoint at the entrance to Gate 21, the CY06 construction site in the north sector @ Waterview, is manned by a particularly nice bloke.
He, with his customary good nature, directs incoming traffic to its intended destination, controls access to far flung satellite work stations,
ensures, with deft manipulation, that pedestrian workers survive the incessant vehicular traffic constantly moving in and out of the site.
He knows what is going where and probably more to the point; he knows what is not going where it shouldn’t.
Errant intruders and jaywalkers are deflected efficiently and politely.
Seemingly catastrophic situations are dispersed harmlessly and with effortless panache.
Nobody here is offended…and the system flows like silk.
John@ the Gate is an under rated, key man in the organisation.
A small cog in this very big wheel who has quietly made himself, over time, indispensable…and indeed, a legend.
When, soon, the dust has settled, and the Captains and the Kings have departed… when the heavy plant noise has abated….
And when the traffic is flowing like a ribbon through the new tunnels and streaming smoothly over the majestic high flyovers…
The Spirit of John@theGate shall remain hovering in this place,
suspended vividly, in the memories of 1000 construction workers who have valued his contribution to the cause...
And have marveled at his, ever present, amazing, good grace.
Marshalg
Project Plant Co-ordinator
Wellconnected Alliance
Auckland.
1 September 2016
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC