Poetry #15: Ashes and ember

The flames that shine the brightest

May not last the longest

But the radiance is seldom forgotten

By all those who are beholden


You touched the lives of many

In every nook and cranny

With the smile of a thousand suns

That even time cannot outrun


Thank you for all the moments

That will stay treasured and golden

There was so much more to say

If only you were to stay


A goodbye that wasn’t due

If only this wasn’t true

Shweta, we shall forever remember

Beyond the ashes and ember

Poetry #12: Crypto-

Oh! Crypto- you are no longer concealed
Paired with currency, you are not what it seems

I was never in it for the ride or the pride
Didn’t ever have an iota to hide

So, is there a use for you I wonder?
Or pump and dump will tear you asunder

What shall I buy, ask the newbs
HODL! says the one astute

Buy, buy, buy; it is flashing green
To the moon it shall careen

The coin of bits is still the king
But others have come along to sing

Ether shall never see its nether
Ripple is making all the waves

Request Money and you shall get
But there is nothing quite so Stellar

The bubble balloons as the tulips bloom
Is that the sweet smell of success or demonic doom?

Poetry #11: Unbridled sadness

Sadness pours through the eyes
Staring in to the deep void
The moment shall not freezeth over
For comes the piercing light

What ought to heal the plight of all
Brings misery to the haunted soul
Knowing what’s to be known
Is respite not - for the tale is never told

A moment of hope as despair fades
Lasts not long enough to force a smile
For what the world sees true
Is a facade to all that’s vile

The mind pierces through like a sword
Relentless in its evisceration of reality
And the heart throbs beyond normality
For the hurt just grows in the throes

Poetry #10: Long road to change

Waking up on your morning bed
As if you are full of dread
Why don't you lift up your head?

Knowing what you already know is the same
It can never be your claim to fame
Unless you have a wild beast to tame

Pacing all across the room
Is a one way ticket to doom
So why don't you beat the gloom?

Watching the pendulum go back and forth
Is as mesmerising as a sloth
It's time to shake the dust off your cloth

Running from what you have left behind
On to a road that's completely mined
Isn't it best to just turn blind?

Staring at the tranquil vista
Fearful of slipping off the cuesta
Isn't it better to slip in to a siesta?

Lying flat on the ground
And letting the worries hound
Rather be best to enjoy the bird's sound

Passing by the fangled grange
Finding all things really strange
It's indeed a long road to change

It passes off as a poetry on my site but it is more akin to lyrics that I end up making on the fly. It's wonderful how it fits in to different songs though I suppose there is too much focus on the rhyme.

Poetry #9: Face in the crowd

Born to be like no one else
Set to float on one's own sails

Early days and success abound
A new king's just been crowned

Wider than ever the net was cast
And then the cracks showed at last

Adoration no longer came thick and fast
Leaving the high and mighty aghast

What's it to be like anyone else
When your recognition really fails

Start afresh time and again
With very little ground to gain

Time's said to be a great healer
But often not the wonted reliever

The world simply passes by
Even as one withholds the cry

Knowing what really can be
Solaces little the soul that be

Forever a mind that never cowed
Nothing more than a face in the crowd

Poetry #8: A Kickstarter Saga

There was once a new company
That was all about the money
Kickstarter raised the seed
Though it was all about the greed

There was always a prophecy
Which was about insolvency
Didn't have an avenue
To even generate revenue

It promised a ton
Included everything under the sun
But the way the company was run
It was always meant to burn

But there is always some hope
Even if you give someone enough rope
Make a fool of the devil
And there will be much to revel

Spin up a fairy tale
With a company to sell
Or make it to the IPO
Where there's more dough

But is was never meant to be
For the world could clearly foresee
The impending bankruptcy
That immaturity couldn't flee
I haven't crowdfunded anything yet, though I have followed certain projects out of curiosity that turned out to be successes. However, this one is dedicated to failure and inspired by the stories I read of Zano and Coolest.

Poetry #7: Fool's Paradise

April's on its way
Bringing with it the Fools' day
That's when jesters make hay
By leading you astray

There's the Cardboard Plastic
That sounds absolutely fantastic
Smart replies and photo searches by emoji
Now that's what the world needs truly

Pegman's going all funky and groovy
As we sign the Outer Space Treaty
An El Clasico of cricket
Now that would be really wicked

So all the ninnyhammers out there
For all I care
It's time to drop the mic
And move along with a sigh