Whenever I looked up to these,
It drew my mind to those horizons,
Many times, I envied birds for their freedom,
But then I felt our minds too have those,
I was reading a story of an activist,
Thought went through my mind,
Humans made internet which has no boundaries,
No Visa, no papers needed to reach millions,
Yet, if you look we are trapped in a box,
Looking through the windows, screens, devices,
We always seek for that freedom of the ultimate,
To fly, to reach, to touch and feel the oneness!
Yesterday was just another day,
Waiting all the time for today,
But then, it reminded me of past,
Which is gone, the future not yet here,
The present which is now,
Why does it have to be like this?
Why there’s always a past, present and future?
Why can’t we go back in past and make it present?
There should be some science behind that,
Why I wondered, and someone said,
It’s the second law of Thermodynamics,
Self-contained can only increase or stay same,
It can never go down,
So, physics says time has preferred direction,
I realize it’s all because of second law of Thermodynamics…!
The beautiful picture is in making,
A tinch of orange is still shining,
The grey color of ash is messing,
Still the plain canvas is conveying,
A story and the story that’s evolving,
Grey and orange with a black mixing,
It’s a story of one of those evenings,
Where love and hate uncovering,
The mystery of being together!
A beautiful flower
That brings the joy,
It decks up the tree
like an ornament,
All ready to celebrate
the season spring,
With the freshness
In the air to embrace,
happy and gay,
Nature’s way of telling,
Life can be green and grey,
What gets highlighted
Is happiness and joy,
The dry and flaky leaves,
Are the joys from the past,
Only to support the present,
The color vibrant and lively,
Welcoming everyone to spring!
I took a paint brush,
Looked for a canvas,
Didn’t find one anywhere,
So looked up to the sky,
Yes, it should be a blue sky,
But let me add some color,
A little bit of pink and orange,
Yes, but I ran out of green so?
Let’s paint it black I thought,
Then should the trees be black?
Why not, all that is green be black?
A dusky evening story wound up like that! 😉
Full of meetings,
Planning and discussions,
Lots of ideas and implementations,
We all think of that ideal world,
Where we have a process in place,
And People to face,
To deliver the product,
Which we interfaced,
Yet planning on backlogs,
With sprints after sprints,
And the day ends with a cake,
It’s someone’s birthday!
Happy wishes on this note!