Stray Birds

Need to grow either wings or fins , a photo by Pavan Daxini on Flickr. Random picture from Kerala Visit.

Saw your face in the crowd the other day, I remember what you used to say, Remember those songs we used to sing, The memories of the old times still ring. The forever blinding gaze, Surrounded by the Christmas lights, And that staring endlessly, Into cold starry nights. With hand in hand, Remember that moonlight walk? The sound of outdrawn breaths? Overhearing the mute cries? Yeah! I remember you. Bounded by the silent reproach, Words sometimes sound so meek, Few unsolicited questions, And a couple of answers to seek. The time has flew, The years passed in haze, Plastic smiles that survived, Tears been long vaporized, Old memories now amaze. It's Christmas Eve, Sitting by the attic I look past the horizon, The remembrance surrounds the night, And the lights still shine so bright. On the table lay two cups of coffee, And some shear and strain, Besides rests an empty chair, And no one to brew the pain. Trains of thoughts rush by, The fondling re...

The distant smells that come my way, Seem to be ripe and sway, I wish not to see the dark times ahead, Hear not the rumbling screams and cries, My gaze fixed upon their revealing face, As them demons of future stare back, And nothing save the benighted omen, To be found in those frightful eyes. ---- OKAY. It's one week before I face my sixth sem ester end-semester exams. And, continuing my tradition from last semester, I decide to return with my idiotic blogpost(s). So, I am  just surfing through my archives, and -   VOILA! - I  discover this.  While written way back, this mini verse, never sounded more apt. Pavan, 17 April, 2011 

God & Golem, Inc: A Comment on Certain Points Where Cybernetics Impinges on Religion , published in 1964, has been penned down by Norbert Wiener. Wiener (1894-1964) happens to be the coiner of the term ‘cybernetics’ in its modern sense. Wiener is a well-regarded mathematician and has a vast number of technical papers to his credit. However God and Golem Inc, has very little to do with the subtleties of theoretical physics or mathematics, it concerns itself majorly with socially relevant issues of cybernetics that intersect with religion. The author here refrains himself from using any highly technical phrases to prove his points. Some of the ideas do remain rather vague, as a result of this approach. But it seems necessary as the book caters to a much wider audience this way.  The three main issues, discussed throughout a number of short essays in the book, are:  Machines which learn themselves Machines which have capacity to reproduce themselves The relation bet...

Thought me had no one, Noone to take care mine, Take mine care, Before it was, Noticed your, Small your paws, Brown fur, A rat me all got, All me got, Trapped inside both, The same gutter, Rat got the me, Me got rat, Both we bored, Enough ignored, Our shared stories, Biologist and histories, Bonded really we, Shared all could we, Shared food our, We shared our food, He shared his body, Me shared mine hunger, And left was me, All alone, Me was alone, Inside the gutter. -Pavan 22 November, 2010

Been there, seen it Your smile your pet mouse Both inside your wooden house Upon the mountain inside the stone But your mouse is dead your smile stolen Your furniture broken your cousin grown fat Bet your insurance company Didn’t know anything about that I still remember our first kiss Going to the movies, flying the red kites The trip to Albino, our first few fights Shades of gray lingering between All the blacks and the whites Happy times, sad days, desperate nights But when I needed your love the most Your condolences, your advice You were never there No one to hear my cries For you were dancing in the distance With the tall guys Never thought you will leave someday Was it so easy to betray When I was exhausted you threw me away Just like an empty bottle of spray Sometimes, in my dreams, can sense you Hear your footsteps, can hear their distant sound My fears shake me up, from dreams they wake me up And there is nothing but emptiness to be found To...

Over the hilly town Under the dead nun's gown Have put it down But somehow Can’t find it now     Can’t locate grave of the nun Under the burning sun But I won't give up Will return when the moon shines And the silver fox cries Find my paper crown I will burn the place down Sit atop the banyan tree Enjoying the off spree Watching the world burn free Cherish the moment Enjoy every last scream People burning while still in their dream   Will dance naked over dead bodies Eat the flesh of children And when I am all fed up I will consider my mistakes undone For god is kind Having a sound mind I shall confess all my crimes Beat up my back couple of times My sins, be forgiven And someday   When I meet Him We shall ride horses made of clay And to Him I would say "It was a lovely Saturday!" -Pavan 14 November, 2010