Ode to Death.

Ode to Death.

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I have not seen you.

I know you only through  others

Who  know  not your hideouts .

At the nick of  the  moment or at short notice,

You pounce on your victims unawares ,

Appearing stealthily, all of a sudden,

Either in front of them or from behind.

You pick out your victims at random,

Pre-fixing YOUR TIME,YOUR PLACE

And  YOUR  PROGRAM of ATTACK.

You clinch your projects with a UPS.        

Joy is yours to see your toys extinguished.

Smile is clear on the profiles of your victims,

Falling unquestioningly  into your ugly trap.

                                              P.Chandrasekaran.

New Generation Norms.

New Generation Norms.

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Create new folders  every moment.

Delete not the old ones by oversight.

Let all files stay put, some to organize,

Others to stagger and sabotage .

Be street- smart, signaling  the survival instinct.

Let there be friend lists without friends.

Sentiments signify structural deformities,

Obstructing  overtaking moves, with quixotic qualms.

Memory is a menace, mulling grateful whims;

Calculate minutes in terms of money and power.

Number the days of rivals and opponents.

Nip them prior to their budding.

Focus on personalized  projects,  in a selfie mode.

Style is yours, whether self- made or stolen.

Compere your moves most, while compering

Events to mark the might of celebrities.

Let your Realty Shows recycle your roles,

To be seen and heard on and off screen ,often.

Fear tomorrow, not in cowardice but in caution.

Your passion for growth should make you a predator.

What you are should be more than what you really are.

The more you zoom, the larger you boom;

The goals get closer, the nearer they are projected.

It ‘s always fun to make the world crazy, to feel easy.

                                                                          P.Chandrasekaran.

Happy New Year 2015.

               Happy New Year 2015.

  If everything in life is new, old becomes a fairy tale;

 The new comes breathing, air fresh, healthy and hale. 

 The soil is as old as the mother’s pure and plain love.

 What grows on it, is from the techie’s hands, far above.

 There were faces once, as framed facts of fine fervor;

 The Facebook now uploads faces fabulous, as a favor.

 Life was once, latticed with lot of hullabaloo and hype.

 Added today, are Net chats like, Face Time and Skype.

 Social networking, keeps bustling with its bonhomie now;

 But social foundation stood then, as a solid, sacred cow .

 The power of mankind is tweeting invisibly, with no pains;

 But only with face to face fiesta did it make up all its gains.

 A misnomer is the New, without the halo and hold of the Old.

 A matrix should be the Old, to let the New fledge and unfold. 

                                                                            P.Chandrasekaran.